"Yes," Clementina assented, when the story came to an end and was beginning over again.
She had an inexplicable moment when she stood before her lover in the room where they left her to meet him alone. She faltered and he waited constrained by her constraint.
"Is it all a mistake, Clementina?" he asked, with a piteous smile.
"No, no!"
"Am I so much changed?"
"No; you are looking better than I expected."
"And you are not sorry—for anything?"
"No, I am—Perhaps I have thought of you too much! It seems so strange."
"I understand," he answered. "We have been like spirits to each other, and now we find that we are alive and on the earth like other people; and we are not used to it."
"It must be something like that."