"I am not strong! I am this minute spoiling my good luck. It was a luck from Heaven to me, Lucy, when you offered to ride home with me, and it is, now—if I could only swallow the words that are rising into my mouth!"
She whispered again: "Why should you swallow them?"
"You are cruel! when you have forbidden me to speak, and I have promised to obey!"
"After all you have heard?" she asked.
"All the more for what I have heard."
She took his hand, and cried, in a trembling voice: "I have been cruel, in remaining blind to your nature. I resisted what would have been—what will be, if you do not turn away—my one happiness in this life! Do not speak—let me break the prohibition! Elwood, dear, true, noble heart,—Elwood, I love you!"
"Lucy!"
And she lay upon his bosom.
