"And since then?"
"I have never seen him."
"Did he never write to you?"
"A simple letter of thanks for our hospitality."
"Well, any way, I hope he said good-bye in a proper heart-broken manner, with tears in his eyes, etc."
"Not in the least."
"But you, at least, were miserable?"
Germaine let her beautiful liquid eyes rest on her sister's face, as she quietly replied "Yes."
"Then you love a young man whom you never saw but those two days, whom you hardly know, and you have never tried to meet him again."
"I do not know if I love him. I think not, for it would be ridiculous to fall in love so quickly as that. But when I think of him, it is with the most inexpressible tenderness. Even now I have only to shut my eyes to see him as plainly as ever. Can you imagine a flower whose perfume would remain, even after the flower had long since withered away? He passed me by. I looked at him, I listened to his voice, and I can not forget. That is all."