Whenever she looked at this ordinary spot of earth a breathless realization of the wonder and delight of life rushed over her.

She knew nothing of the mental processes by which these external objects were associated with the deepest emotions of the heart.

Only when she visited this place that wave of happiness swept over her; and she lived again as vividly as she lived in the moments when Stephen was with her and she was looking into his eyes.
His voice called her while she stood there; and turning quickly, she saw that he was coming toward her down the walk.

Immediately the loungers on the benches vanished by magic; the murmur of the fountain became like the music of harps; and the sunshine on the grassy hill was alive with the quiver of wings.

As she went toward him she was aware of the blue sky, of the golden green of the trees, of the happy sounds of the birds, and over all, as if it were outside of herself, of the rapturous beating of her own heart.
"I was looking for you," he said when he reached her.
"And you found me at last." Her eyes were like wells of joy.
"I'd never have given up until I found you." The words were trivial; but it was the things he said without words that really mattered.