“You do love me!” she passionately cried. “Love you? I drew you back across the sea with my love. I knew you would come. I willed it with a power you couldn’t resist.” “I never got your letters, and I was hungry to see you,” she whispered. “And I never got yours, and drew you back by the power of a great heart purpose.” “Forgive me, for being away from you when you were in danger.” “I was glad you were safe. Don’t let this jail alarm you. I ’ll be out too soon for my good I’m afraid.” “No other woman has come into your heart to cheer it even with her friendship since I’ve been away, has she?” “What a silly question. I’ve never looked at any other woman since the day I first saw you!” “Tell me you love me again!” “I--love--you, unto the uttermost, in life, in death, forever!” he whispered tenderly. She sighed and smiled. “The sweetest music the ear of a woman ever heard!” she half laughed, half cried. “Now, my dear, you are a full-grown woman in the beauty of a perfect womanhood. For five years and more, I have waited and suffered. My life is an open book before you. When are you going to end this suspense? You must decide now whether your father’s will shall rule your life or my love?” “Must I decide to-day?” she asked tremblingly. “Yes,” he answered. “It is not fair to torture me longer.” “Then I give up!” she tearfully exclaimed. “God forgive me if I am doing wrong! I can not resist you longer. I do not desire to,--I _will_ not! I am all yours, forever--soul, body, will, honour, life--all! I can not live without you. I love you. I _love you!_--Kiss me!--again--ah, your lips are sweeter than honey! Am I bold to say it? I do not care, I am yours. Your arms are the bonds of my slavery and they are sweet!” Gaston was trembling with the joy that flooded his being with these the first words of perfect faith and submissive love that had come from her lips. And he winced at the memory now of those hours of dissipation when he had doubted her. He tried to confess it and receive her absolution. “My dear, my joy is too great. It is pain, as well as joy. In the dark days of our first year of separation I thought once you had forgotten me. I went away into two weeks of debauchery. Your perfect love crushes me with its beauty and purity. I must confess this wrong to you. I must not deceive you in the smallest thing in this hour.” She placed her hand over his lips, “I will not hear it. I ought to have been braver and fought for my rights and yours. I will not hear one word of humiliation from you. I love you. You are my king. I love you, good or bad. I would love you if you were a murderer on the gallows. I can not help it. I do not wish to help it. I will follow you to the bottomless pit or to the throne of God and say it without fear to devil or angel. Kiss me again!--There, do not cry--let me see your beautiful brown eyes. I ’ll kiss the tears away. Tears are for my eyes not yours!” “Then you will fix the day, dear?” he softly urged.