“But you haven’t come down. You are still far out of reach.”
“It’s ridiculous of you not to tell me your name.”
“My name wouldn’t mean anything to you—not yet. You wouldn’t know it.”
“What!” She drew back.
“But we have met,” he reassured her hurriedly.
“I felt we must have, but where was it?”
“I can’t quite remember, either. It may have been when you were Queen in Babylon and I was a Christian slave.”
She drew nearer with lit face. “Oh, do you believe in all those delightful things?”
“I believe—” he began on a different and lower note and then he stopped suddenly. Bella’s upturned face silently begged him to go on with his profession of faith.