Even now I don't realise my happiness." "Then you _must_," she cried imperiously.

"How do you know I shan't be whirled away from you unless you hold me very tight?
Oh, Lance, I've a misgiving--" She stopped.

She shivered slightly and he drew her cloak tightly about her and kissed the cherry lips within the hood.
"You're cold, dearest.

Let us hurry.

I ought not to have lingered," said he.
"No, no.