"You will not believe that I can have changed with the times; that I see things differently now.

If you were to come to me again as in the woods at Bellecour--" She paused abruptly, her cheeks flamed scarlet, and she covered them with her hands.
"Suzanne!" he cried, seeking to draw those hands away.

"Is it true, this?
You care, beloved!" She uncovered her face at last.

Again their eyes met.
"I was right," she whispered.

"Love never dies, you see." "And you will marry me, Suzanne ?" he asked incredulously.
She inclined her head, smiling through her tears, and he would have caught her to him but that she rose of a sudden.
"Hist!" she cried, raising her finger: "someone is coming." He listened, holding his breath, but no sound stirred.