"Suppose I'd been a king?"
"And you were just my boy."
"And you—my sulky girl."
"Oh, I wasn't sulky. Oh, didn't you understand? How could I speak to you? I couldn't hear you, I couldn't see you, even!"
"Can you see me now?"
She was lying with her cheek against his heart, and she turned her face suddenly inwards, because she saw him bend his head, and the sweetness of his first kiss was going to be more than she could bear.
"Why don't you look up, you silly child? Why don't you look at me, dear?"
"How can I yet? Can I ever? It's so hard looking in a person's eyes. But I am looking at you, I AM, though you can't see me."
"Then tell me what color my eyes are."
"They're gray-green, and your hair is dark red, a sort of chestnut but a little redder and rough over your forehead, and your nose is all over freckles with very very snub—"