"Everything in the world seems changed, doesn't it ?" "Yes, everything." They stood and gazed into each other's eyes a few seconds, and then loosed hands with a little laugh and sat down to talk.
It was, in fact, Lady Agatha who talked most, because Emily Fox-Seton led her on and aided her to delicate expansion by her delight in all that in these days made up her existence of pure bliss.

It was as if an old-time fairy story were being enacted before Emily's eyes.

Agatha without doubt had grown lovelier, she thought; she seemed even fairer, more willowy, the forget-me-not eyes were of a happier blue, as forget-me-nots growing by clear water-sides are bluer than those grown in a mere garden.

She appeared, perhaps, even a little taller, and her small head had, if such a thing were possible, a prettier flower-like poise.

This, at least, Emily thought, and found her own happiness added to by her belief in her fancy.