"Tell me, beloved."
* * * * * *
An hour later they went in to his father, and after that Emily was
lifted up on the wings of an enthusiasm which left her breathless, but
beatified. "I knew when I first saw you what we desired," said the old
man, "and my son knew. All that I have is yours both now and
afterwards--"
Dinner was a candle-lighted feast, with heart-shaped ices at the end.
"How sure you were," Emily told her lover, smiling.
"I was not sure. But I set the stage for success. It was only thus
that I kept up my courage. There were so many chances that the curtain
might drop on darkness--," his hand went over hers. "If it had been
that way, I should have let the ices melt and the violets die--."
After dinner they went over the house. "Why should we wait," Ulrich
had said, "you and I? There is nothing to wait for. Tell me what you
want changed in this old house, and then come to it, and to my heart."
It was, she found, such a funny old place. It had been furnished by
men, and by German men at that. There was heaviness and stuffiness,
and all the bric-a-brac was fat and puffy, and all the pictures were
highly-colored, with the women in them blonde and buxom, and the men
blond and bold--.
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