I will not share the words with any other.

Now tell me--tell me, son of Varro," she whispered, moving nearer; "tell me at once." "I love you, sweet girl, above gods and men.

You are more to me than crowns of laurel and gold, more than all that is in the earth and heavens.

My heart burns when I look at you." He hesitated, pressing her hand upon his lips.
"Is that all ?" said she, with a pretty sadness, looking down at the golden braces on her fan.

"Now, say it again, all, slowly." She might as well have told a bird how he should sing.
He went on all unconscious of her command, his words lighted by the fire in his heart.