And I am swimming in love and happiness. Am I awake or am I
dreaming you, and are we dreaming one another? Hold my hand--hold it
hard and tight. I'm trembling with love for you and all the world.... If
I say more I shall be weeping."
For a long time they stood side by side saying not a word to one
another.
Presently the band down below and the dancing ceased and the little
lights were extinguished. The silent moon seemed to grow brighter and
larger and the whisper of the waters louder. A crowd of young people
flowed out of the gardens and passed by on their way home. Sir Richmond
and Miss Grammont strolled through the dispersing crowd and over the
Toll Bridge and went exploring down a little staircase that went down
from the end of the bridge to the dark river, and then came back to
their old position at the parapet looking upon the weir and the Pulteney
Bridge. The gardens that had been so gay were already dark and silent as
they returned, and the streets echoed emptily to the few people who were
still abroad.
"It's the most beautiful bridge in the world," said Miss Grammont, and
gave him her hand again.
Some deep-toned clock close by proclaimed the hour eleven.
The silence healed again.
"Well?" said Sir Richmond.
"Well?" said Miss Grammont smiling very faintly.
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