"If you thought of me so much, why didn't you write to me?"
"I did. I wrote twice."
"I never got them."
"I will tell you why you never got them if you will promise not to laugh."
"I promise."
"They were directed simply to Miss Ruth Heywood, China. And China, I have learned since, is a larger place than Longfields."
"Oh, you poor boy!"
"And when I was a freshman at Cambridge, I tried hard to fall in love with a girl because she reminded me of you."
Ruth was silent. Cyrus went on. "When you first spoke here, a few minutes ago, your voice affected me in a way—in a way I can't describe. It seemed to open vistas of memory, as in a fairy tale. And the instant I realized that we were again together—why—it all came back with a rush—as of sunshine—like a wave, or a flood of unexpected happiness—and hope."
"Oh, Drowsy, what charming nonsense!"