"Once I thought there was--and not so long ago either," I said honestly, "but I remembered in time. Now I will say truly that there is not."
I had no longing for Penhurst now.
Then there came across me a strange feeling that one might hardly call jealousy--though it was near it--and I said:
"Has she seen any other who would make her wish to forget?"
"Truly she has not," Ailwin laughed; "how should she?"
"I know not where she has been, father," I said with a lighter heart, although but an hour ago I thought that I should have been glad to hear that it was so.
"Ah--I forgot," Ailwin said in some little confusion as I thought, and he was silent. But now I would say more.
"Well, then, father, both of us are heart whole, as it seems. But I know not if she would be pleased with me as I am now."
Ailwin looked up quickly at me, and then said:
"One cannot tell. Maybe she thinks the same concerning you and your thought of her."