"Do you know by what name I shall always call you in my thoughts?"
To which she answers, "No. How should I? But tell me."
"'Bonnie Lesley:' the poet says of her what I think of you."
"And what do you think of me?" She has grown a little pale, but her eyes have not left his.
"To see her is to love her,
And love but her forever;
For nature made her what she is,
And ne'er made sie anither,"
quotes Geoffrey, in a low tone, that has something in it almost startling, so full is it of deep and earnest feeling.
Mona is the first to recover herself.
"That is a pretty verse," she says, quietly. "But I do not know the poem. I should like to read it."
Her tone, gentle but dignified, steadies him.
"I have the book that contains it at Coolnagurtheen," he says, somewhat subdued. "Shall I bring it to you?"