She went on again, close up to him, and her heart beat so loud that she thought he must hear it. And couldn't he feel--didn't he know-"Frederick," she whispered, hardly able even to whisper, choked by the beating of her heart.
He spun round on his heels.
"Rose!" he exclaimed, staring blankly.
But she did not see his stare, for her arms were round his neck, and her cheek was against his, and she was murmuring, her lips on his ear, "I knew you would come--in my very heart I always, always knew you would come--"