"Yes," he said.

"My love is strong enough for that." "But what would you do--afterwards ?" she breathed, her lips raised to his.
A momentary surprise showed in his eyes.

"Afterwards ?" he questioned.
"After I was gone, darling ?" she said, anxiously.
A very strange smile came over Merryon's face.

He pressed her to him, his eyes gazing deep into hers.

He kissed her, but not passionately, rather with reverence.
"Your afterwards will be mine, dear, wherever it is," he said.