But, I think," she added softly, with a tender blush; "I think--nay, I am sure and certain that it can obey." He stooped and kissed her fingers.
"My love," he murmured; "my love--my love!" The shadows lengthened and the evening fell; but those two foolish people sat side by side, and hand in hand, and what they said further we need not write down, because to tell too much of what young lovers whisper to each other is a kind of sacrilege.
At last Arnold became aware that the sun was actually set, and he sprung to his feet.
They walked home again across the Suspension Bridge.

In the western sky was hanging a huge bank of cloud all bathed in purple, red and gold; the river was ablaze; the barges floated in a golden haze; the light shone on their faces, and made them all glorious, like the face of Moses, for they, too, had stood--nay, they were still standing--at the very gates of Heaven.
"See, Iris," said the happy lover, "the day is done; your old life is finished; it has been a happy time, and it sets in glory and splendor.
The red light in the west is a happy omen of the day to come." So he took her hand, and led her over the river, and then to his own studio in Tite Street.

There, in the solemn twilight, he held her in his arms, and renewed the vows of love with kisses and fond caresses.
"Iris, my dear--my dear--you are mine and I am yours.

What have I done to deserve this happy fate ?".