Robert Grant, A Romantic Young Lady
“ Roger and I, alternately silent with bliss or overflowing with the rapture of the heart's language, strolled arm in arm along the moonlit shores far into the night.Only one incident marred our content. "Virginia," said Roger suddenly, "what will your father say?"My father! I had never thought of him. So absorbing had been the consciousness that Roger Dale loved me and I returned his love, that every other consideration was blotted from my mind."Not to-night. We will not talk of that to-night. Let me be happy while I can," I cried, pressing his arm with feverish fondness. ”
