"Sweet wounds!" she said. "They told me more than all you have forgotten to tell me—all that I was aching to know."
"And you really care for me like that, Jean? For me! Is it possible? I wonder why?"
"Perhaps God had something to do with it. It is so very good that it must be from Him."
"Yes," he said emphatically.
"And now—when are you going to tell me that you care a little for me, and are not just taking me because I threw myself at your head and you could not help yourself?"
"Oh, Jean! Jean! you knew—though how I cannot tell. You have been shrined in my heart since that second time we met, but I knew it was hopeless——"
"Clever boy! And you hardly knew me then."
"I knew your eyes the moment I looked into them, and they have never left me since."
"Such common brown eyes! But you didn't know what lay behind them?"
"The most beautiful eyes in the world."