I had been feeling almost happy in his society--I had almost forgotten the Duchess, and even Jim Randolph had been put into the background of my thoughts; but when Albert proposed that he and I should sit in the "Lover's Arbour" as lovers, I felt a shiver run through me. I said not a word, however, and I do not think he noticed the momentary unwillingness which made me pause and hesitate. We walked between the beautiful flowering shrubs, and under the leafy trees to the little arbour, and we entered. I seated myself; he stood in the doorway. "Won't you come and sit down, too?" I said. "Do you ask me?" he answered, a light leaping into his eyes. "Yes, I do ask you," I replied after a moment. He sat down--then suddenly without the slightest warning, his arms were round me; he had strained me to his heart; he had kissed me several times on my lips. "Oh, you ought not," I could not help exclaiming. "But why not?" he cried, and he did not let me go, but looked into my eyes, almost fiercely it seemed to me. "You are my promised wife, may I not kiss you just once?" "Oh, I know, you have the right to kiss me, but you have always been----" I could not finish the words. He suddenly dropped his arms, moved away from me, and stood up. His face was gloomy, then the gloom seemed to clear as by a great effort. "I have kissed you," he said; "I vowed I would, and I have done it. I shall remember that kiss, and the feel of you in my arms, all my life long; but I am not going to think of my own feelings, I have something far more important to say. Do you know, little girl, that I received an awful shock to-day? Now, listen. You gave me your bond, did you not?" "I did, Albert, I did." "Just come out here, dear, I want to see your face. Ah! the moon shines on it and lights it up; there never was a face in all the world like yours, never to me; and I vowed, that because of it, and because of you, I would lead a good life, a beautiful life. A great deal, that I did not think was in me, has been awakened since you were good to me, Westenra." "You have been very kind to me, Albert," I said, "and I will marry you. I will marry you when a year is up." "You are a good girl," he said, patting my hand; but he did not squeeze it, nor even take it in his. "You are a very good girl, and you remember your bond. It was faithfully given, was it not?" "Very faithfully, Albert." "And you always, always meant to keep it?" "I always did. I will keep it. Albert, why do you question me? Why do you doubt me?" "I will tell you in a minute, darling. Now I want to ask you a question. Do you love me the least little scrap? Look well, well into your heart before you answer. I know that when you said you would marry me, you did not love me. You were willing to be bone of my bone, and flesh of my flesh; my dear, dear wife, till death us did part; you were willing to be all that?" "I was," I said. "And yet had you _never_ a kindly feeling towards me?"