What a dinner we had, gay as two children, fond and foolish as sweethearts always are,--and then the afterwards! "Let us go and see the streets," my little love implored, "I feel that we should shout our divine happiness with the crowd!" But when we went out on the balcony to investigate, we saw that would be impossible, I am not yet steady enough on my feet to have faced that throng. So we stood there and sang and cheered with them, as they swept on towards the _Arc de Triomphe_, and gradually a delirious intoxication held us both, and I drew her back into the softly lighted room. "Lover!" she whispered as she melted into my arms, and all I answered was, "Soul of Mine." And now I know what the whole of those verses mean! And so this Journal is done!