so strange and exquisite to feel him watch her as if it really mattered to him and he were almost in suspense. 'Then you have quite recognised what I've tried to do?' she asked.
'Why, wasn't that exactly what I dashed over from my door just now to thank you for?'
'Yes; so you said.'
'And don't you believe it?'
She looked down a moment at his hand, which continued to cover her own; whereupon he presently drew it back, rather restlessly folding his arms. Without answering his question she went on: 'Have you ever spoken of me?'
'Spoken of you?'
'Of my being there—of my knowing, and that sort of thing.'
'Oh, never to a human creature!' he eagerly declared.
She had a small drop at this, which was expressed in another pause; after which she returned to what he had just asked her. 'Oh yes, I quite believe you like it—my always being there and our taking things up so familiarly and successfully: if not exactly where we left them,' she
