He saw a little of an old light come back into Helen’s eyes as he asked that question.  “What difference does it make?” she asked, gently.

David laughed and went on:  “Very well then, you shall have nothing to do with it.  I shall take you in my arms just as you are.  And I have a beautiful little house, a very little house among the wildest of mountains, and there we shall live this wonderful summer, all alone with our wonderful love.  And there we shall have nature to worship, and beautiful music, and beautiful books to read.  You shall never have anything more to think about all your life but making yourself perfect and beautiful.”

The girl had raised herself up and was gazing at him with interest as he spoke thus.  But he saw a swift frown cross her features at his last words, and he stopped and asked her what was the matter.  Helen’s reply was delivered very gravely.  “What I was to think about,” she said, “was settled long ago, and I wish you would not say wicked things like that to me.”

A moment later she laughed at herself a little; but then, pushing back her tangled hair from her forehead, she went on seriously:  “David, what you tell me of is all that I ever thought of enjoying in life; and yet I am so glad that you did not say anything about it before!  For I want to love you because of you, and I want you to know that I would follow you and worship you and live in your love if there were nothing else in life for you to offer me.  And, David, do you not see that you are never going to make this poor, restless creature happy until you have given her something stern to do, something that she may know she is doing just for your love and for nothing else, bearing some effort and pain to make you happy?”

The girl had put her hands upon his shoulders, and was gazing earnestly into his eyes; he looked at her for a moment, and then responded in a low voice:  “Helen, dearest, let us not play with fearful words, and let us not tempt sorrow.  My life has not been all happiness, and you will have pain enough to share with me, I fear, poor little girl.”  She thought in a flash of his sickness, and she turned quite pale as she looked at him; but then she bent forward gently and folded her arms about him, and for a minute more there was silence.

There were tears standing in David’s eyes when she looked at him again.  But he smiled in spite of them and kissed her once more, and said:  “Sweetheart, it is not wrong that we should be happy while we can; and come what may, you know, we need not ever cease to love.  When I hear such noble words from you I think I have a medicine to make all sickness light; so be bright and beautiful once more for my sake.”

Helen smiled and answered that she would, and then her eye chanced to light upon the ground, where she saw the wild rose lying forgotten; she stooped down and picked it up, and then knelt on the grass beside David and pressed it against his bosom while she gazed up into his face.  “Once,” she said, smiling tenderly, “I read a pretty little stanza, and if you will love me more for it, I will tell it to you.