oughtn't to. And you will teach me better. You can make of me
what you please, as I told you yesterday. I only half meant it
then. Now--it's true, through and through.''

Victor glanced round, saw near at hand the bench he was seeking.
``Let's sit down here,'' said he. ``I'm rather tired. I slept
little and I've been walking all morning. And you look tired,
also.''

``After yesterday afternoon I couldn't sleep,'' said she.

When they were seated he looked at her with an expression that
seemed to say: ``I have thrown open the windows of my soul.
Throw open yours; and let us look at each other as we are, and
speak of things as they are.'' She suddenly flung herself
against his breast and as he clasped her she said:

``No--no! Let's not reason coldly about things, Victor. Let's
feel--let's LIVE!''

It was several minutes--and not until they had kissed many
times--before he regained enough self- control to say: ``This
simply will not do, Jane. How can we discuss things calmly? You
sit there''--he pushed her gently to one end of the bench--``and
I'll sit at this end. Now!''

``I love you, Victor! With your arms round me I am happy--and SO
strong!''

``With my arms round you I'm happy, I'll admit,'' said he.