Just above a
whisper, she said:
"I love you, dear!"
"I love you, Blix!"
And they kissed each other then upon the mouth.
Meanwhile the sun had been setting. Such a sunset! The whole
world, the three great spaces of sea and land and sky, were
incarnadined with the glory of it. The ocean floor was a blinding
red radiance, the hills were amethyst, the sky one gigantic opal,
and they two seemed poised in the midst of all the chaotic glory
of a primitive world. It was New Year's Day; the earth was new,
the year was new, and their love was new and strong. Everything
was before them. There was no longer any past, no longer any
present. Regrets and memories had no place in their new world.
It was Hope, Hope, Hope, that sang to them and called to them and
smote into life the new keen blood of them.
Then suddenly came the miracle, like the flashing out of a new
star, whose radiance they felt but could not see, like a burst of
music whose harmony they felt but could not hear. And as they
stood there alone in all that simple glory of sky and earth and
sea, they knew all in an instant that THEY WERE FOR EACH OTHER,
forever and forever, for better or for worse, till death should
them part. Into their romance, into their world of little things,
their joys of the moment, their happiness of the hour, had
suddenly descended a great and lasting joy, the happiness of the
great, grave issues of life--a happiness so deep, so intense, as
to thrill them with a sense of solemnity and wonder.
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