"I thought," she said, when he had come up, "that you had gone to Maxwell."
"No, I went to Denver this time," he told her, "beyond Denver a little. Where do you think I heard Mass yesterday—this morning again, too? for both of us, since you could not come."
"Not at Loretto!"
But she knew it was at Loretto. His smile told her.
"Yes, at Loretto. It was the same to me which place I went to. No, not the same, for I wanted to see the place where you had been a little girl, so that I could come back and bring you word of it."
"Ah, how kind you are!" she said, with a sort of wonder of gratefulness shining on her.
("She is far more beautiful than I ever knew," he thought.)
"Not kind at all," Gore protested. "Just to please myself! There's no great kindness in that except to myself."
"Oh, yes! for you knew how it would please me. It was wonderful that you should be so kind as to think of it."
"It gave me pleasure anyway. To be in the place where you had been so happy—"