I do trust you.

Of course I can wait, if I only know that you will come back to me.

I only want to see you." He was now leaning over her, and her cheek was pressed close to his.

Though she was talking of Mariana, and pretending to fear future misery, all this was Elysium to her,--the very joy of Paradise.

She could sit and think of him now from morning to night, and never find the day an hour too long.