He did not speak till the door closed; he only looked at her with those searching blind eyes.
Thus they met again after many years.
She led him to a sofa, and he sat down.
“Do not leave go of my hand,” he said quickly; “I have not yet got used to talking to people in the dark.”
She sat down on the sofa beside him, feeling frightened and yet happy. For awhile they remained silent; apparently they could find nothing to say, and, after all, silence seemed most fitting. She had never thought to sit hand in hand with him again. She looked at him; there was no need for her to keep a guard over her loving glances, for he was blind. At length she broke the silence.
“Were you surprised to get my message?” she asked, gently.
“Yes; it was like getting a message from the dead. I never expected to see you again. I thought that you had quite passed out of my life.”
“So you had forgotten me?”
“Why do you say such a thing to me? You must know, Eva, that it is impossible for me to forget you; I almost wish that it were possible. I meant that you had passed out of my outward life, for out of my mind you can never pass.”
Eva hung her head and was silent, and yet his words sent a thrill of happiness through her. So she had not quite lost him after it all.