He stopped, gazed at her for an instant unseeingly, then shook himself together and grasped her outstretched hands.
"I may be a John o' Dreams, dear friend," he said to her huskily. "In fact, I am sure that I am, right now. But it is worth a little delirium to find that, after all, I am not actually insane," and he strode out, Laura watching him with a dimpling face.
After a while Laura went in and found Louise standing musing before a window, seeming to watch the twilight settling upon the vaguely greening Park. Laura threw an arm around the girl's shoulder and kissed her.
"Did he tell you, dear?" Louise asked, turning.
"Not in words," replied Laura. "But one surmises. The air has been charged with it. I know, of course, that he has been worshipping you as did the shepherd of old a distant star. And you, heart of hearts?"
"I seem, somehow, to have been loving him all my life," said Louise.
"Did you tell him so?" asked Laura.
"I am afraid that he, too, surmises," said Louise, smiling shyly.