"Remember, Paul," she whispered when, passion maddening him, he clasped her violently in his arms--"remember--whatever happens--whatever comes--for now, to-night, there is no other reason in all of this but just--I love you--I love you, Paul!"
"My Queen, my Queen!" said Paul, his voice hoarse in his throat.
And the wind played in softest zephyrs, and the stars blazed in the sky, mirroring themselves in the blue lake below.
Such was their wedding night.
Oh! glorious youth! and still more glorious love!