"No, Katharine, I do not.

I can lay no claim to your hand, if it is to be a reward of merit, but I love you so--that is the substance of my hope." "Oh, Mr.Seymour, Mr.Seymour, you overvalue me.

If you do that with all your possessions, you will be-- Oh, what have I said ?" she cried in sudden alarm, as he took her in his arms.
"My possessions! Katharine, may I then count you so?
Oh, Kate, my lovely Kate--" It was over, and over as she would have it; why struggle any longer?
The landing was a lonely little spot under the summer-house, at the end of the wharf; no one could see what happened.
This time it was not her hand he kissed.

The day died away in twilight, but for those two a new day began.
The army might starve and die, battles be lost or won, dynasties rise and fall, kingdoms wax and wane, causes tremble in the balances,--what of that?
They looked at each other and forgot the world..