"
It was getting late, and the squire's proposition was generally
indorsed. The whole party resolved to walk to the park gates, and the
carriage and Antony's saddle-horse were ordered to meet them there.
It was a delightful evening, full of an indescribable tranquillity--a
tranquillity not at all disturbed by the _craik_ of the rail in
the clover, or the plaintive minor of the cuckoo in the thick groves.
Eltham and the squire talked earnestly of the coming election.
Phyllis, leaning on Antony's arm, was full of thought, and Richard
and Elizabeth fell gradually a little behind them. In that soft light
her white garments and her fair loveliness had a peculiar charm. She
reminded Richard of some Greek goddess full of grace and large
serenity. He had resolved not to tell her how dear she was to him until
he had better prepared the way for such a declaration; but when the
time comes the full heart must speak, though it be only to call the
beloved one's name. And this was at first all Richard could say:
"Elizabeth! Dear Elizabeth!"
She recognized the voice. It was as if her soul had been waiting for
it. From the sweetest depths of her consciousness she whispered
"Richard," and with the word made over her full heart to him. They
stood one wonderful moment looking at each other, then he drew her
to his breast and kissed her.
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