The Ghost by Arnold Bennet Chapter 19 Page 19

“What is it?” I answered, calmly smiling.

“It is that I love you,” and she buried her face against my shoulder.

“Tell me that again,” I said, “and again and again.”

And so under the tall rustling trees we exchanged vows — vows made more sacred by the bitterness of our experience. And then at last, much to the driver’s satisfaction, we returned to the carriage, and were driven back to the Rue de Rivoli. I gave the man a twenty-franc piece; certainly the hour was unconscionably late.

I bade good night, a reluctant good night, to Rosa at the entrance to her flat.

“Dearest girl,” I said, “let us go to England to-morrow. You are almost English, you know; soon you will be the wife of an Englishman, and there is no place like London.”