"'It is not cold for me; at my side it should not be cold for you.'
"'But I shiver.'
"'With fear, I believe. What makes you fear me? You are quiet and distant. Why?'
"'I may well fear what looks like a great dark goblin meeting me in the moonlight.'
"'Do not—do not pass! Stay with me awhile. Let us exchange a few quiet words. It is three days since I spoke to you alone. Such changes are cruel.'
"'I have no wish to be cruel,' she responded, softly enough. Indeed there was softness in her whole deportment—in her face, in her voice; but there was also reserve, and an air fleeting, evanishing, intangible.
"'You certainly give me pain,' said I. 'It is hardly a week since you called me your future husband and treated me as such. Now I am once more the tutor for you. I am addressed as Mr. Moore and sir. Your lips have forgotten Louis.'
"'No, Louis, no. It is an easy, liquid name—not soon forgotten.'
"'Be cordial to Louis, then; approach him—let him approach.'
"'I am cordial,' said she, hovering aloof like a white shadow.