"How did you know?" asked Maud.
"You told me—your tone told me. And what then, dear?"
"I liked him better when I saw him than I did when I remembered him. Is that nonsense?" she asked quickly.
"I feel pretty certain it is not," said Marie.
"I am glad, for it seemed to me a very—how shall I say it!—a very certain sensation. And I want to see him again—oh, I want very much to see him again! It is all changed—all changed," she repeated softly.
"And do you feel happy?" asked Marie, not without purpose.
"Yes, or miserable; I don't know which."
Marie took the soft hand that leaned on the edge of her hammock and stroked it gently.
"Dear Maud," she said, "I am very glad. It is a great privilege"—and her heart spoke—"to be able to fall in love."
"Is it that?" asked Maud, leaning her face against the other's hand.