‘You thought, “Here’s that absurd man again, going to begin his daily supplication.”’
‘Not “absurd,”’ she said, with emphasis; ‘because I don’t think it is absurd.’
She continued looking through the windows at the Lurlei Heights under which they were now passing, and he remained with his eyes on her.
‘May I stay here with you?’ he said at last. ‘I have not had a word with you alone for four-and-twenty hours.’
‘You must be cheerful, then.’
‘You have said such as that before. I wish you would say “loving” instead of “cheerful.”’
‘Yes, I know, I know,’ she responded, with impatient perplexity. ‘But why must you think of me—me only? Is there no other woman in the world who has the power to make you happy? I am sure there must be.’
‘Perhaps there is; but I have never seen her.’
‘Then look for her; and believe me when I say that you will certainly find her.’
He shook his head.