And then he carried her away from us.
They had not been long away, this newly wedded couple, when they returned to the home he had prepared.

As he remarked half grimly to me, in comment on lost years, they had met so late in the nesting season that time should not be wasted.

Of that home more will be told in other pages, but it is only of the two people I am talking now.
I noted a difference in their way when I first dined with them, which I did, of course, as soon as they had returned.

I had thought them very close together before in thought and being, but I saw that there was more.

The sweet, sacred intimacy which marriage afforded had given the greater fullness to what had seemed to me already perfect.