"The
circumstances are such that I cannot publicly own you as my wife,
although it would be my glory so to do. I should have to give up my
whole career, because I have no money to keep a splendid home, which
would be your due. But I dare say these things do not matter to you any
more than they do to me. Is it so, sweet, darling child?"
"How could they matter?" Halcyone whispered from the shelter of his
clasped arms. "Of what good would they be to me? I want to be with you
when you have time; I want to caress you when you are tired, and comfort
you, and inspire you, and love you, and bring you peace. How could the
world--which I do not know--matter to me? Are you not foolish to ask me
such questions, John!"
"Very foolish, my divine one," he said, and forgot what more he would
have spoken in the delirium of a worshiping kiss.
But presently he brought himself back to facts again.
"Darling," he said, "I will find out exactly how everything can be
managed, and then you will meet me here, under this tree, and we will go
away together and be married, and for a week at least I will make the
time to stay with you, as your lover, and you shall be absolutely and
truly my sweetest wife.
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