"You love me, Thelma?" he murmured in a sort of wondering rapture. "I cannot believe it, sweet! Tell me--you love me?"
She looked up. A new, unspeakable glory flushed her face, and her eyes glowed with the mute eloquence of awakening passion.
"Love you?" she said in a voice so low and sweet that it might have been the whisper of a passing fairy. "Ah, yes! more than my life!"