“How can one love a person one has never seen?”
“Because his full heart has spoken to you in his offerings of love, and yours has responded to the test. You are deeply interested in your unknown lover who has chosen so romantic a way to win your heart.”
“You are very confident that he has won my heart,” she pouted with pretty coquetry, avoiding his eyes and playing with the pansies on her breast.
“Is there any doubt of it?” he asked hoarsely, paling with sudden alarm lest he had been mistaken.
She was so dear and so lovely, and he had been so sure she was won—too sure, it seemed, for she answered again, half pettishly, as if in offense:
“How could a young girl love one that she had never seen?”
“I have known young people to fall in love from carrying on a correspondence without ever having met,” he replied eagerly.
“But they must surely have exchanged photographs—they must have known how they each looked,” she objected.
“No; they only saw each other’s beautiful souls through their letters.”
Did Eva have any suspicion of him? She suddenly flashed her dark eyes at him full of dawning mischief, and said lightly: