The
invalid, as much as the pressure of the hand warmed his heart, seemed
not to be satisfied with the hand alone; for he continued to draw her
towards himself, until her form bent over him, and their lips met. It
was the first time when both were conscious of the act. We will not go
into ecstasies over the unutterable bliss of that moment. We will not
deck our page with any unseemly extravagances. If the experience of the
reader has led him through the hallowed mystery of the first kiss of
love, he needs not another's fancy to revive the beatific vision. If
not, why, thousands of coy and blushing damsels, equally in the dark,
are waiting, from whom he may select one to assist him in solving the
mystery. Besides, it is not always wise to penetrate the secrets of the
heart, even in a novel; for there is a sacredness about them, a kind of
natural free-masonry, which must not be made too common.
Dr. Vaudelier, when he saw that the patient was disposed to behave
himself in a reasonable manner, withdrew from the room, and left them to
the undisturbed enjoyment of their happy reunion.
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