But there was something in the quality of his kiss that frightened me, something almost ruthless in the finality of the words, so that I fled away upstairs in wild rebellion, because the summer’s dalliance was over. I might elude the man no more. I must say like all the other women,— ’Meet, if thou require it Both demands, Laying flesh and spirit In thy hands.’ Oh, if it only might be ’to-morrow, not to-night,’ and when to-morrow came? why then again—to-morrow. Thus Mother Eve passed on to me that fear which caught her once when she, perhaps, was walking in the garden. I went over to my window and leaned out. The sleeping world lay at my feet. I looked across the cliffs to where the quiet beauty of the sky met the wide splendour of the sea, and the great moon flooded the water, luring me to adventure out upon that rippling, shining pathway, which seemed to lead to God. And as I looked I realised that all the natural world responded always to the natural laws, and, because of that obedience, there was that restfulness and harmony that had always soothed and quietened me, and the old ’washed’ feeling came and swept away rebellion. So—when that time came that Michael shut the door, and there was no one in the room but him and me—he found ’duty’ waiting, and that primeval fear that Eve passed down the ages to her daughter. I suppose some of my thoughts were painted in my face, for I saw all that was dogged and ruthless in the man rise up—directed against himself, not me. I watched him beat down and back that ache and longing that was in his eyes when he came in, till there was nothing left but a vast, comprehending tenderness and the strength to wait, until such time as that frightened look had passed from his ladye’s eyes. And in the quiet shelter of his arms I listened to the very perfect things he chose to say. That by reason of the ’worship’ he had sworn to give me, there could be no ’demands,’ only a lovely gift most urgently desired if I could give a thing, so priceless, willingly. And then at something wistful in his face, my love rose up and cast out fear—that craven thing. And there was a little kiss upon my husband’s lips, so small and light, he hardly knew it there till it had gone—that little first one that I ever gave him ’of my own accord.’ He took my hands and with the worship deepening in his eyes he asked,— ’Is my beloved mine?’ There flashed into my mind those words which, I suppose, express most fully the completeness and the glory and perfection of our human love, and which convey, so perfectly, the utter rest and peace and sweet contentment which both should find in marriage, when they love. So I leaned against my husband and he stooped to hear the whispered words,— ’I am my beloved’s, and his desire is towards me.’