A smile of supreme joy spread over and irradiated her face. Her
voice faltered; she stopped, then she caught at the piano with her right
hand. She tottered and would have fallen if Quincy had not sprung up and
taken her in his arms.
"Is it true, Alice?" cried he; "is it so? Can you truly say, 'And so she
has in mine?'"
And Alice looked up at him with that glorious smile still upon her face
and softly whispered, "'And so she has in mine,' Quincy."
Quincy led her to the lounge by the window, through which the cool
evening breeze was blowing, and they sat down side by side. It has been
truly said that the conversations of lovers are more appreciated by
themselves than by anybody else, and it is equally true that at the most
tender moment, in such conversations, intensely disagreeable
interruptions are likely to occur.
Sometimes it is the well-meaning but unthinking father; again it is the
solicitous but inquisitive mother; but more often it is the unregenerate
and disrespectful young brother or sister. In this case it was Miss Rosa
Very, who burst into the room, bright and rosy, after her trip upon the
water.
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