Then I should feel that nothing could really part us.

Can it not be?
Can we not be married here quietly in the old church, with none but the sea-breezes and the brawling Berwen for company ?" "And the old white owl to marry us, I suppose.

Oh, Cardo, another dream.

No, no; wait until you return from that dreadful Australia, and then--" "And then," said Cardo, "you will not say no." "No," said the girl, looking frankly into his eager face, "I will not say no.

But I must go; I am late.