I have not given it to you yet.

Some things are better not said at all." "They must be bad things," answered Beatrice, with an air of innocence.
She was beginning to understand, at last, that he really intended to make her a declaration of love.

It was unheard of, almost inconceivable.
But there he was at her feet, looking very handsome in the moonlight, his face turned up to hers with an unmistakable look of devotion in its rather grave lines.

His voice, too, had a new sound in it.

Indifferent as he might be by daylight and in ordinary life, the magic of the place and scene affected him a little at the present moment.