"Oh, I am happy! very happy now! For whatever I do or say, right or wrong, is good in your eyes, and pleases you because you love me so much. God bless you! God love you! God save you, whatever becomes of your poor Nora!" she said, with a still heavier sigh. At this moment a soft summer cloud floated between them and the blazing meridian sun, veiling its glory. "Why, what is the matter, love? What has come over you?" inquired Herman, gently caressing her. "I do not know; nothing more than that perhaps," answered Nora, pointing to the cloud that was now passing over the sun. "'Nothing more than that.' Well, that has now passed, so smile forth again, my sun!" said Herman gayly. "Ah, dear Herman, if this happy life could only last! this life in which we wander or repose in these beautiful summer woods, among rills and flowers and birds! Oh, it is like the Arcadia of which you read to me in your books, Herman! Ah, if it would only last!" "Why should it not, love?" "Because it cannot. Winter will come with its wind and snow and ice. The woods will be bare, the grass dry, the flowers all withered, the streams frozen, and the birds gone away, and we--" Here her voice sank into silence, but Herman took up the word: "Well, and we, beloved! we shall pass to something much better! We are not partridges or squirrels to live in the woods and fields all winter! We shall go to our own luxurious home! You will be my loved and honored and happy wife; the mistress of an elegant house, a fine estate, and many negroes. You will have superb furniture, beautiful dresses, splendid jewels, servants to attend you, carriages, horses, pleasure boats, and everything else that heart could wish, or money buy, or love find to make you happy! Think! Oh, think of all the joys that are in store for you!" "Not for me! Oh, not for me those splendors and luxuries and joys that you speak of! They are too good for me; I shall never possess them; I know it, Herman; and I knew it even in that hour of heavenly bliss when you first told me you loved me! I knew it even when we stood before the minister to be married, and I know it still! This short summer of love will be all the joy I shall ever have." "In the name of Heaven, Nora, what do you mean? Is it possible that you can imagine I shall ever be false to you?" passionately demanded the young man, who was deeply impressed at last by the sad earnestness of her manner. "No! no! no! I never imagine anything unworthy of your gentle and noble nature," said Nora, with fervent emphasis as she pressed closer to his side. "Then why, why, do you torture yourself and me with these dark previsions?" "I do not know. Forgive me, Herman," softly sighed Nora, laying her cheek against his own. He stole his arm around her waist, and as he drew her to his heart, murmured: "Why should you not enjoy all the wealth, rank, and love to which you are entitled as my wife?"