She was surprised at the old thrill racing over her. Seeing him was like a stab of quick steel through the very pit of her being. She reached out, touching him, before he saw her.
"Gerald," she said, soft and teasingly.
It was actually as if he had been waiting for that touch, because before he could possibly have perceived her her name was on his lips.
"Hester!" he said, the blueness of his eyes flashing between blinks.
"Not Hester?"
"Yes, Hester," she said, smiling up at him.
He grasped both her hands, stammering for words that wanted to come quicker than he could articulate.
"Hester!" he kept repeating. "Hester!"
"To think you knew me, Gerald!"
"Know you! I'd know you blindfolded. And how—I—You're beautiful,
Hester! I think you've grown five years younger."
"You've got on, Gerald. You look it."