Their eyes met: it was all over with both of them.

A blush came at one and the same minute budding to the cheek of either.

A simultaneous throb beat in those young hearts! They loved each other for ever from that instant.

Otto still stood, cross-legged, enraptured, leaning on his ivory bow; but Helen, calling to a maiden for her pocket-handkerchief, blew her beautiful Grecian nose in order to hide her agitation.

Bless ye, bless ye, pretty ones! I am old now; but not so old but that I kindle at the tale of love.