tree，andyoungMorlandstoodlookingather。Whyshouldonefaceandnotanother，thisvoiceandnotthat，makeaheartbeat;whyshouldatouchfromonehandawakenrapture，andatouchfromanotherawakennothing？Hekneltdownandpressedhislipstoherfoot。Hereyesgrewverybright;butshegotupandranon——shehadnotexpectedhimtokissherfoot。Sheheardhimhurryingafterher，andstopped，leaningagainstabirchtrunk。Herushedtoher，and，withoutawordspoken，hislipswereonherlips。Themomentinlife，whichnowordscanrender，hadcomeforthem。Theyhadfoundtheirenchantedspot，andtheymovednofurther，butsatwiththeirarmsroundeachother，whilethehappyBeingofthewoodwatched。A
marvellousspeeder—upofLoveisWar。Whatmighthavetakensixmonths，wasthusaccomplishedinthreeweeks。
Ashorthourpassed，thenNoelsaid:
\"ImusttellDaddy，Cyril。Imeanttotellhimsomethingthismorning，onlyIthoughtI’dbetterwait，incaseyoudidn’t。\"
Morlandanswered:\"Oh，Noel！\"Itwasthestapleofhisconversationwhiletheysatthere。