Then, with a lower voice and a paler cheek, as if his lips had sent her blood and utterance back to her heart, she said, "Come, let us go." "But not until you've heard me, Yerba." "Well, then--I believe you--there!" she said, looking at him.
"You believe me ?" he repeated eagerly, attempting to take her hand again.
She drew back still farther.

"Yes," she said, "or I shouldn't be here now.

There! that must suffice you.

And if you wish me still to believe you, you will not speak of this again while we are out together.

Come, let us go back to the horses." He looked at her with all his soul.