Amaldi thought: "And there is something of the child in you that makes me worship."
He said a little formally, but with feeling:
"I should consider that the greatest honour that could come to me." Then he added, also under impulse: "Since you're so kind, I'd like to confess something. May I?"
"Yes—do!" said Sophy, still smiling.
"It is this: When Varesca introduced me to you this evening, I had the feeling of having known you before. Strange, wasn't it?"
She was looking at him, her lips parted. She hesitated an instant, then said:
"It was even stranger than you know—because I, too, had that feeling about you. Such things almost make one believe in the old Hindu ideas. Perhaps in some other world and age we have been friends already. It's really very mysterious...."
"But, after all," said Amaldi, "mystery is what makes life worth while."
"I know," she said; "yet people are always trying to solve it...."
"Yes; that's one of its chief uses, I suppose—but not its end."