“But that’s bad, Harilek. What will you do when you go away again?”
“Come back just as soon as I can.”
“Silly! What I mean is, how will you think when you’re away if you can’t do it without some one to look at to make your thoughts work?”
“Shut my eyes and look at you. Thank goodness, I can always do that.” Which was true. I have only to shut my eyes to see Aryenis in every point, every little precious detail from the thick crown of her auburn hair down to her dainty feet. More; I can see her every movement, and sometimes when I am lucky really hear her voice—phrase after well-remembered phrase.
“Can you really see me?”
“Of course I can. Can’t you see me if you shut your eyes?”
“Suppose I say I can’t?”
“Then I shan’t believe you.”
“Do you think that, even if I could, being a woman, I would admit it?”
“You might, perhaps. Under certain conditions.”