"That is in this life. In other existences we knew each other for years."
Alice looked down timidly. "It—is—probable," she breathed.
"Then why not take up the new life at the point where the old one left off?"
"We don't know how it left off, Mr. Montrose."
"No. But assuredly it did at a point where you called me by my then Christian name—Alice."
Her heart fluttered as he spoke thus intimately. "Perhaps we were not Christians," she said, rather embarrassed.
"Ah!" he dropped her hand, "you are fencing. I merely spoke in the style of to-day to illustrate my point."
"Now you are angry!"
"I never could be angry with you; only you will not understand."