“Why! what a question!”
“But were you?” he persisted.
“Now, Junius, that is not fair, to ask a girl such a question. Were you ever in love?” She laughed, but anxiously awaited his answer.
“Yes.” He spoke slowly and with an absent air. “Twice have I known what it was to love a woman.”
A tear seemed to glisten in his eye as his memory carried him back a hundred years.
“Twice?” inquiringly.
“Yes; or rather might I say, once to love a woman, and once to love a child.”
“You surprise me greatly, Junius. Will you not make a confidant of me and tell me all about your loves?” and she put her hand upon his shoulder.
That touch, so gentle and light, sent a thrill of pleasure through his heart. He turned and seized her hands in his, and looked long and lovingly into her eyes.