many of them, spread in a thick patch on another dark hill. But he and she were walking in perfect, isolated darkness, outside the world.

‘But how much do you care for me!’ came her voice, almost querulous. ‘You see, I don’t know, I don’t understand!’

‘How much!’ His voice rang with a painful elation. ‘I don’t know either — but everything.’ He was startled by his own declaration. It was true. So he stripped himself of every safeguard, in making this admission to her. He cared everything for her — she was everything.

‘But I can’t believe it,’ said her low voice, amazed, trembling. She was trembling with doubt and exultance. This was the thing she wanted to