What shall I say more?
my English is not very good." "But you can say, 'Cardo, I love you.' Say that again." "Yes, I can say that, whatever." "Say it, then, Valmai." "Oh, well, indeed! You know quite well that I love you.

Cardo, I love you." And to the sound of the plashing waves the old, old story was told again.
He had asked, while he held her face between both hands, gazing earnestly into the blue eyes, "Does this golden sky look down to-night upon any happier than we two ?" and with her answer even he was satisfied.
An hour later the moon added her silver glory to the scene, and under her beams they continued long walking up and down, lingering by the surf, whispering though there was no one to hear.

They parted at last under the elder bushes at Dinas.
Cardo was right.

In all Wales there were not that night two happier hearts than theirs.

No fears for the future, no dread of partings, no thought of life's fiery trials, which were even now casting their shadows before them.
Valmai lay long awake that night, thinking of her happiness and blushing, even in the darkness, as she remembered Cardo's burning words of love; and he went home whistling and even singing in sheer exuberance of joy.