But I want the crimson ones . They satisfy some craving in me as no other flower does . '' `` These roses are very late -- they bloom after all the others have gone -- and they hold all the warmth and soul of the summer come to fruition , '' said Owen , plucking some of the glowing , half-opened buds . `` The rose is the flower of love -- the world has acclaimed it so for centuries . The pink roses are love hopeful and expectant -- the white roses are love dead or forsaken -- but the red roses -- ah , Leslie , what are the red roses ? '' `` Love triumphant , '' said Leslie in a low voice . `` Yes -- love triumphant and perfect . Leslie , you know -- you understand . I have loved you from the first . And I KNOW you love me -- I do n't need to ask you . But I want to hear you say it -- my darling -- my darling ! '' Leslie said something in a very low and tremulous voice . Their hands and lips met ; it was life 's supreme moment for them and as they stood there in the old garden , with its many years of love and delight and sorrow and glory , he crowned her shining hair with the red , red rose of a love triumphant . Anne and Gilbert returned presently , accompanied by Captain Jim . Anne lighted a few sticks of driftwood in the fireplace , for love of the pixy flames , and they sat around it for an hour of good fellowship . `` When I sit looking at a driftwood fire it 's easy to believe I 'm young again , '' said Captain Jim . `` Can you read futures in the fire , Captain Jim ? '' asked Owen . Captain Jim looked at them all affectionately and then back again at Leslie 's vivid face and glowing eyes . `` I do n't need the fire to read your futures , '' he said .
`` I see happiness for all XXXXX you -- all of you -- for Leslie and Mr. Ford -- and the doctor here and Mistress Blythe -- and Little Jem -- and children that ai n't born yet but will be .
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