Night seemed to fall suddenly over the evening landscape when he left me.

I leaned against the Vicarage gate.

I could not breathe, I could not think; my heart fluttered as if it would fly out of my bosom--and all this for a stranger! I burned with shame; but oh, in spite of it all, I was so happy! And now, when little more than a few weeks had passed since that first meeting, I had him by my side; he was mine for life! I lifted my head from his bosom to look at him.

I was like a child with a new toy--I wanted to make sure that he was really my own.
He never noticed the action; he never moved in his corner of the carriage.

Was he deep in his own thoughts?
and were they thoughts of Me?
I laid down my head again softly, so as not to disturb him.