"I have no unhappiness," she answered, and quenched her sob with a smile as strange as her laugh. "My foolish lover, are you amazed that when her hour comes a woman knows not whether she is happy or unhappy? Oh, when joy is so great that it has come full circle with pain, what wonder that laughter and weeping are one?" And Hobb believed her, for ever since he had opened his eyes upon her, he had felt in his own heart more joy than he could bear; and he knew that for this there is no remedy except to find a second heart to help in the bearing. And he knew it was the same with her. But now he saw that she was free for awhile from the excess of joy; and indeed these respites must happen even to lovers for their own sakes, lest they sink beneath the heavenly burden of their hearts. And her smile was like the diver's rise from his enchanted deeps to take again the common breath of man; and Hobb also smiled and said, "Come now, and tell me your name. For though love needs none for its object, I think the name itself is eager to be made known and loved beyond all other names for love's sake. As I love yours, whatever it be." "My name," she said, "is Margaret." "It is an easy name to love," said Hobb, "for its own sake." "And what is yours?" asked she. And Hobb's smile broadened as he answered, "Try to love it, for my sake. For it is Hobb. Yet it is as fitting to me, who am as plain as my name, as your lovely name is fitting to you." She cast a quick sly look at him and said, "If love knows not how to distinguish between joy and pain, since all that comes from the heart of love is joy, neither can it tell the plain from the beautiful, since all that comes under the eye of love is beauty. And I will find all things beautiful in my lover, from his name to the mole on his cheek." For I know now, dear maidens, whether in describing him I had mentioned this peculiarity of Hobb's. (Jessica: You hadn't described him at all. Martin: Well, now the omission is remedied. Jessica: Oh fie! as though it were enough to say the man had a mole on his left cheek! Martin: Dear Mistress Jessica, did I say it was his left cheek? Jessica: Why--why!--where else would it be? Martin: Nowhere else, on my honor. It WAS his left cheek.) Then Hobb said to Margaret, "What place is this?"