She smiled up at him; her eyebrows arched themselves.
"Should it not? But I do care, very much. Have you?"
He nodded impatiently.
"Yes. You do not even ask me where I have been?"
"No," she murmured, softly. "I can wait until you tell me; it is for you to tell me, and for me to wait."
Such submission, such meekness from her who was pride and hauteur personified to others, amazed him.
"By Heaven, Lenore!" he exclaimed, in a low voice, "there never was a woman like you."
"No?" she said. "I am glad you will have something that is unique then."
"Yes," he said, "I shall." Then he said, suddenly, "When am I to possess my gem, Lenore?"
She started, and turned her face from him.