"You talk in riddles. What attracts any one must be apparent."
"Well, that is uncertain. I am not a deep thinker, you know. But there is such a thing as glamour."
"There is. But you are not the man to comprehend the meaning of the word."
"I admit that: all the same I feel its influence—in you!"
"I don't know what you mean," said the girl indifferently.
"Nor do I. Yet the feeling is here," and he touched his heart. "If I could only shape that feeling into words,"—he hesitated and blushed.
"Well?"
"I might be able to tell you much—Alice."
"Why do you use my Christian name?"
"Why not? We are man and woman on a hillside, and not over-civilised beings in a drawing-room. You are Alice: I am Julian. It is quite simple."