It began to dawn upon Orsino that a great change had come into his life,
and he thought of the consequences of what he was doing. He had not said
that he was happy, but in the first moment he had felt it more than she.
The future, however, would not be like the present, and could not be a
perpetual continuation of it. Orsino was not at all of a romantic
disposition, and the practical side of things was always sure to present
itself to his mind very early in any affair. It was a part of his nature
and by no means hindered him from feeling deeply and loving sincerely.
But it shortened his moments of happiness.
"Do you know what this means to you and me?" he asked, after a time.
Maria Consuelo started very slightly and looked up at him.
"Let us think of to-morrow--to-morrow," she said. Her voice trembled a
little.
"Is it so hard to think of?" asked Orsino, fearing lest he had
displeased her.
"Very hard," she answered, in a low voice.
"Not for me. Why should it be? If anything can make to-day more
complete, it is to think that to-morrow will be more perfect, and the
next day still more, and so on, each day better than the one before it.
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