"You angel!"
"And you"re quite sure you"ve forgiven me for doubting you?"
"And you"ve forgiven _me?_"
"Bless you, Peggy, I never doubted you! I"ve been too busy loving you."
"It seems to me as if it had been--_always_."
"Why, didn"t we love one another in Carthage, Peggy?"
"I think it was in Babylon, Billy."
"And will love one another----?"
"Forever and ever, dear. You"ve been to seek a wife, Billy boy."
"And oh, the dimple in her chin..."
Ah, well! There was a deal of foolish prattle there in the firelight--delectable prattle, irresponsible as the chattering of birds after a storm. And I fancy that the Eagle"s shadow is lifted from Selwoode, now that Love has taken up his abode there.
THE END