she said, stopping to look at him.

His face was pale, his eyes dark, there was a faint spark of starlight on them. And he saw her face soft and upturned to him, very near. He kissed her softly.

‘What then?’ he asked.

‘Do you love me?’ she asked.

‘Too much,’ he answered quietly.

She clung a little closer.

‘Not too much,’ she pleaded.

‘Far too much,’ he said, almost sadly.

‘And does it make you sad, that I am everything to you?’ she asked, wistful. He held her close to him, kissing her, and saying, scarcely audible: