“It sounds like a child’s question. Strange—I wonder if our dreams crossed. Did you ever dream while I was at Latimer?”
“Nearly every night.”
“And I of you. And all through the day you were with me. I felt you standing beside me. That’s why I painted Latimer as I did.”
Canterton had moments of incredulity and of awe. He would stand motionless, holding Eve’s hands, and looking down into her face.
“It is very wonderful—very wonderful!”
His man’s awe made her smile.
“What a boy you are!”
“Am I?”
“I love you like that. And yet, really, you are so strong and masterful. And I could trust you utterly, only——”
“Only?”