But, I hear mamma coming down stairs; so, as I've not made the tea yet, I must go in-- good-bye!" "Good-bye," I echoed, clasping her tiny hand in mine.

"Good-bye, and many good wishes for the day, _my darling_!" I courageously added the last two words, lowering my voice over them, as she gently closed the door.
She was not offended, if she _had_ heard the term of endearment I used, for she gave me another nice little bow and smile from the window.
Still I think she _did_ hear me.

I fancied I saw a conscious look in the dancing grey eyes, a blush yet lingering on her damask cheek.
I went home with joy in my heart--joy which fed upon itself and increased each moment.

Don't you remember what Herder says?
Let but the heart once awake, and wave follows wave of newborn feelings-- "So bald sich das Herz ergiesst, Stromt Welle auf Welle!" I only know that I was as happy as possible, and astonished everybody by the breakfast I ate.
You fancy, perhaps, that I wasn't really in love, or I wouldn't probably have been hungry?
Nonsense! Let me tell you that happy lovers are always hungry, and have great appetites.

It is only your poor, miserable, disappointed suitors, who are in a state of suspense, that go about with a hang-dog look and cannot eat.