But Sophia was easily deceived on this ground.

She liked the mystical air it gave to the event; the gray sanction of unknown centuries to the love of to-day.
They speculated and supposed, and were supremely happy.

The usual lover wanders in the dreams of the future: they sought each other through the phantom visions of the past.

And they were so charmed with the occupation, that they quite forgot the exigencies and claims of the present existence until the rattle of wheels, the stamping of feet, and a joyful cry from Mrs.Sandal recalled them to it.
"It is Harry," said Sophia.

"I must go to him, Julius." He held her very firmly.