His impassioned emphasis seemed to charm her. Her rapt gaze enveloped his head as she lay in his arms, and there was a smile of ineffable serenity upon her lips.
"How you love that name!" she murmured.
"You taught me to love it."
"I must have, since you say so."
"You are Paula."
"Yes, I am Paula," she replied as one echoes a dictation; then, with a half-regretful sigh, "What would I not give to be able to recall the past!"
"You will recall everything in due time," he said soothingly; "I will help you."
"After all," she said after a pause, "what is the past, compared with the present? It seems like an earth-life which I have left behind; the present is heaven."
"Paula, my own true darling!" he parted in ecstasy, "you recognize me; you love me!"
"I love you, Loyd."