The girl smiled as she glanced at her companion, but his face revealed nothing. His features were somewhat handsome, yet they seemed stern and masklike.
The girl slipped her hand across the table and gently pressed her companion’s wrist.
“George,” she said softly, “life has seemed different since I met you. I have never forgotten that night at the Larchmore.
“You left me, then — you have never told me why. But since that night, I have thought of no one but you.
We have been together often, since then.
“Although it has been but a few days, it seems as though I have known you always.”
The phantom of a smile appeared upon the man’s thin lips.
“In these new dreams of yours,” he said, “have you forgotten—”
“Others?” questioned the girl. “Yes. I have forgotten them. From now on there can only be one. You will always be first in my heart, George. First and alone.
“Tell me. Do you feel the same toward me?”