true for either of us. You’re a man. All men are prone to harp on those strings� . But — there is no harmony in them to me� . I know my own mind, although you say I don’t — and — I do know yours, too. And if a day ever comes that neither you nor I are longer able to think clearly and calmly with our minds, but begin to reason with our emotions, then I shall consider that we are really entering into a state of love — such as you sometimes have mentioned to me — and will honestly admit as much to you� . And if you then desire to wed me, no doubt that I shall desire it, too. And I promise in that event to love you — oh, to death, Euan!” she said, pressing my hands convulsively. “If ever I love — that way — it truly will be love! Are you content with what I say?”