At last all was ready for her, and the next morning we installed ourselves.
I remember that, as we sat together that evening, I looked across to her sitting with far-off eyes with her book, and thought how impossible it was to know anything about anyone else. I felt that in her mind a train of ideas existed of which I was absolutely ignorant.
At last:
'Rosy,' I said, getting up, 'I have not welcomed you to your home.'
She rose, and I took her hands, and, looking into her eyes, went on:
'Welcome to it, and may you be happy in it! And here at the beginning of our new life together, let us say that, whatever may happen, one thing shall always be between us—Trust. Believe me,' I said, taking her in my arms and looking closer into her eyes, 'Believe me, child, that without Trust, happiness can never live, let love be as broad and as deep as is the sea. Oh Rosy, give yourself to me, heart and soul! It seems to me, as we are now, that Love is not so far away from us.'
Her arms pressed me with strange strength. Her face grew to mine: our lips met in a kiss that was her full surrender unto mine: a kiss so sweet, so long, so mingling, that I knew not whether this was death or life, or earth or heaven. And then I thought that it was Love.
