Supper was ended and their table deserted before Sylvia put the question with which I had primed her that afternoon.
"Is there anything I don't know? to use your own words," said the Seraph evasively.
"That's not an answer, to use yours."
"It's the only answer I can give," he replied, with that curious expression in his dark eyes that did duty for a smile.
"Why won't you tell me? I'm interested. It's about myself, so I've a right to know."
"But I can't explain; I don't know. It never happened before."
"Never?"
The Seraph thought over his first meeting with her the previous day.
"Never with any one else," he answered.
Sylvia shook her head in perplexity.