What will I say ?" "Nothing," he said, leaning on his elbows and looking up into her face, "nothing; there is no need for thanks, for I could not help myself.

It was the simplest thing; seeing you in danger I helped you out of it, for, Valmai," and here his voice sank low and trembled a little, "it is like this with me, and you must know it; had you been washed away by those cruel waves, there would have been no Cardo Wynne here to-night! I could not live without you! And you--Valmai, how is it with you ?" Her head drooped very low.

Cardo, lying on the sands, looked up into the blushing face; but still she made no answer.

Starting to his feet, he stretched out both hands to her, and said: "Come, fanwylyd;[1] let us walk together--I cannot rest.

Valmai, tell me, have I the same place in your heart that you have in mine?
Place in my heart! Good heavens! There is no room there for anything else.
You own it all, Valmai; you sway my very being! Have you no comfort to give me?
Speak to me, dearest." "Cardo," said Valmai, "can I give you what you have already stolen from me?
I was alone and friendless when I met you that night in the moonlight, now I am happy though my heart has gone from me.