He laughed joyously. "I never was so sure of anything in my life," he
said. "You couldn't help loving me, Constance; I've loved you so. You
don't have to tell me, dear; I know. Still, I'd like to hear you say,
with those dear lips as well as with your eyes, that you love me."

She put her hand upon the back of the broad one which held the other
imprisoned; there was a proud, earnest light in her eyes. "I _do_ love
you," she said simply.

"God, but I'm a happy man," he exulted. Forgetful of the time and the
place, he half arose and, leaning forward, kissed her full upon the
upturned lips.

There was a rattling of chinaware behind them. In no little confusion
both came tumbling down from Paradise, and found themselves under the
abashed scrutiny of a very red-faced young serving-woman.

"Oh, never mind," stammered Gretchen quite amiably. "I am used to that,
madame. A great many ladies and gentlemen come here to--to--what you
call it?" She placed the tea and sandwiches before them, her fingers
all thumbs, her cheeks aglow.

Brock pulled himself together. Very sternly he said: "This young lady is
to be my wife."

"Ach," said Gretchen, with a friendly smile and the utmost deference,
"that is what they all say, mein Herr." Then, giggling approvingly, she
bustled away.