MYSELF (hastily). Stop! that is all forgotten. PRO. You lie! You have dreamed of it ever since, working at your anvil, or lying upon your bed, with your eyes upon the stars; you have loved her from the beginning of things! MYSELF. And I did not know it; I was very blind. The wonder is that she did not discover my love for her long ago, for, not knowing it was there, how should I try to hide it? CONTRA. O Blind, and more than blind! Why should you suppose she hasn't? MYSELF (stopping short). What? Can it be possible that she has? CONTRA. Didn't she once say that she could read you like a book? MYSELF. She did. CONTRA. And have you not often surprised a smile upon her lips, and wondered? MYSELF. Many times. CONTRA. Have you not beheld a thin-veiled mockery in her look? Why, poor fool, has she not mocked you from the first? You dream of her lips. Were not their smiles but coquetry and derision? MYSELF. But why should she deride me? CONTRA. For your youth and—innocence. MYSELF. My youth! my innocence! CONTRA. Being a fool ingrain, didn't you boast that you had known but few women? MYSELF. I did, but— CONTRA. Didn't she call you boy! boy! boy!—and laugh at you? MYSELF. Well—even so— CONTRA (with bitter scorn). O Boy! O Innocent of the innocent! Go to, for a bookish fool! Learn that lovely ladies yield themselves but to those who are masterful in their wooing, who have wooed often, and triumphed as often. O Innocent of the innocent! Forget the maudlin sentiment of thy books and old romances—thy pure Sir Galahads, thy "vary parfait gentil knightes," thy meek and lowly lovers serving their ladies on bended knee; open thine eyes, learn that women to-day love only the strong hand, the bold eye, the ready tongue; kneel to her, and she will scorn and contemn you. What woman, think you, would prefer the solemn, stern-eyed purity of a Sir Galahad (though he be the king of men) to the quick-witted gayety of a debonair Lothario (though he be but the shadow of a man)? Out upon thee, pale-faced student! Thy tongue hath not the trick, nor thy mind the nimbleness for the winning of a fair and lovely lady. Thou'rt well enough in want of a better, but, when Lothario comes, must she not run to meet him with arms outstretched? "To-morrow," said I, clenching my fists, "to-morrow I will go away!" Being now come to the Hollow, I turned aside to the brook, at that place where was the pool in which I was wont to perform my morning ablutions; and, kneeling down, I gazed at myself in the dark, still water; and I saw that the night had, indeed, set its mark upon me. "To-morrow," said I again, nodding to the wild face below, "to-morrow I will go far hence." Now while I yet gazed at myself, I heard a sudden gasp behind me and, turning, beheld Charmian. "Peter! is it you?" she whispered, drawing back from me. "Who else, Charmian? Did I startle you?" "Yes—oh, Peter!" "Are you afraid of me?"