When she came to him , radiant , her hands full of the lilies , a couplet from a favourite poem darted into his head -- `` A blossom vermeil white That lightly breaks a faded flower sheath , Here , by God 's rood , is the one maid for me . '' The next moment he was angry with himself for his folly . She was , after all , nothing but a child -- and a child set apart from her fellow creatures by her sad defect . He must not let himself think nonsense . `` Thank you . These June lilies are the sweetest flowers the spring brings us . Do you know that their real name is the white narcissus ? '' She looked pleased and interested . `` No , I did not know , '' she wrote . `` I have often read of the white narcissus and wondered what it was like . I never thought of it being the same as my dear June lilies . I am glad you told me . I love flowers very much . They are my very good friends . '' `` You could n't help being friends with the lilies . Like always takes to like , '' said Eric . `` Come and sit down on the old bench -- here , where you were sitting that night I frightened you so badly . I could not imagine who or what you were . Sometimes I thought I had dreamed you -- only , '' he added under his breath and unheard by her , `` I could never have dreamed anything half so lovely . '' She sat down beside him on the old bench and looked unshrinkingly in his face .
There was no boldness XXXXX her glance -- nothing but the most perfect , childlike trust and confidence .
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