“But why?”
“First tell me that you are glad to see me.”
She smiled brightly at him, and then said demurely:
“But I do not see you. I see only a man who is past fifty, who looks as if he had just come in from feeding the stock and milking. I don’t call that seeing you, because it is not in the least like you.”
“At least you hear me,” said Nick.
“Well, I’m not so sure of that, either. Your appearance is so at variance with my conception of the manner of your meeting me——”
“Ah!” said Nick. “Then you did expect me to meet you?”
She bit her lips in momentary vexation, and then said, with a smile:
“Certainly I expected to meet you somewhere, at some time, again.”
“All right,” replied Nick. “We will let it go at that, but in the meantime please remember this fact: If you cannot see me, I can see you quite plainly, and——”