So I hope to God I'll not lose Elspeth!" Her tears, that were hardly of grief, dropped upon his bent head.

"Eh, my laddie! the old love is there in the midst of the wide love.

But the larger controls....

Well, enough of that! And do you mean that you have asked Elspeth to marry you--and that she does not know her own heart ?" They talked, sitting before the fragrant garden, in the little room that was tranquil, blissful, and recluse.

At last he rose.
"I must go." They went out through the garden to the wicket that parted her demesne from the formal, wide pleasure-sweeps.