better man. It is you who must go with me through life, or I must walk for ever alone."
"Oh, Harold, I am so happy!" Still they wandered amid the darkening shadows, while one by one the stars peeped out in the blue-black sky above them. At last a chill night wind blew up from the east, and brought them back to the realities of life.
“You must go in. You will be cold.”
“My father will wonder where I am. Shall I say anything to him?”
“If you like, my darling. Or I will in the morning. I must tell my mother to-night. I know how delighted she will be.”
“I do hope so.”
“Let me take you wp the garden path. It is so dark. Your lamp is not lit yet. There is the window. Till to-morrow, then, dearest.”
“Till to-morrow, Harold.”
"My own darling!” He stooped, and their lips met for the first time. Then, as she pushed open the folding windows she heard his quick, firm step as it passed down the graveled path. A lamp was lit as she entered the room, and there was Ida, dancing about like a mischievous little fairy in front of her.
“And have you anything to tell me?" she asked, with a solemn face. Then, suddenly throwing her arms round her sister’s neck, “Oh, you dear,dear old Clara! I am so pleased. I am so pleased.“
