“Yes,—from the very first moment. When you came into the room, I knew that—”
“What?”
“That you were the woman I had always loved and waited for; that I had found my ideal. And yet they say we never discover our ideals in this life!”
He laughed at this philosophical absurdity.
“What did you think then?” he asked.
She cast down her eyes, and probed the turf with the toe of her little shoe.
“I loved you then too.”
He gazed at her tenderly, rapturously.
“Isn’t it wonderful?” he said presently, “this love of ours? It came to us all at once!”
She looked at him suddenly. Her short upper lip was raised.