“Yes — I know.” Her throat seemed to tighten, and she looked off toward the hills, as her way was.

“Don’t you like the thought of staying up here with me? Make your confession, dearest one.” He drew her down to look in his eyes. “It’s done. We are man and wife.”

Her eyes swam with tears, but her lips smiled. “I do. I do want to bide with you. All the way before me now looks like a long path of light — like what I have dreamed sometimes when the moon shines long down the mists at night. Only one place — I can’t quite see — is it shadow or not. Perhaps it’s only the thought of mother down there alone.”

She spoke dreamily and with the same look of seeing things