When he raised his head, she saw that his face was deadly pale; but again the smile of triumph glittered in her half-closed hazel eyes as she merely said,
'Captain Dalton, you have all the gallantry of a Spaniard, and seem inclined to pass the rôle of Platonic affection I accorded to you; but you must pardon me if I mean resolutely to live in my past.'
'We cannot—ought not to live for the dead alone,' said Dalton.
'It is said that we bury our dead out of our sight, and may try to forget them, otherwise the world would not go on as it does. We may bury our dead—true, but memory remains.'
'How she must have loved that fellow Trelawney,' thought Dalton, with jealousy and sorrow.
'May there not be kindred souls that often meet too late?' she asked.
'And you apply this to yourself and me?'
'Yes.'
'I always thought that such ideas of kindred thought and passionate enthusiasm occurred only in youth, and were the result of propinquity and daily intercourse.'
'How coldly you respond to me!'