Lenore was fighting many emotions now, the one most poignant being a wild desire to escape, which battled with an equally maddening one to hide her face on his breast. Yet she could see how white he had grown--how different. His hands worked convulsively and his eyes pierced her very soul. "What should a girl mean--telling she cared?" "I don't know. Girls are beyond me," he replied, stubbornly. "Indeed that's true. I've felt so far beyond you--I had to come to this." "Lenore," he burst out, hoarsely, "you talk in riddles! You've been so strange, yet so fine, so sweet! And now you say you care for me!... Care?... What does that mean? A word can drive me mad. But I never dared to hope. I love you--love you--love you--my God! you're all I've left to love. I--" "Do you think you've a monopoly on all the love in the world?" interrupted Lenore, coming to her real self. His impassioned declaration was all she needed. Her ordeal was over. It seemed as if he could not believe his ears or eyes. "Monopoly! World!" he echoed. "Of course I don't. But--" "Kurt, I love you just as much as--as you love me.... So there!" Lenore had time for one look at his face before he enveloped her. What a relief to hide her own! It was pressed to his breast very closely. Her eyes shut, and she felt hot tears under the lids. All before her darkened sight seemed confusion, whirling chaos. It seemed that she could not breathe and, strangely, did not need to. How unutterably happy she felt! That was an age-long moment--wonderful for her own relief and gladness--full of changing emotions. Presently Kurt appeared to be coming to some semblance of rationality. He released her from that crushing embrace, but still kept an arm around her while he held her off and looked at her. "Lenore, will you kiss me?" he whispered. She could have cried out in sheer delight at the wonder of that whisper in her ear. It had been she who had changed the world for Kurt Dorn. "Yes--presently," she replied, with a tremulous little laugh. "Wait till--I get my breath--" "I was beside myself--am so yet," he replied, low voiced as if in awe. "I've been lifted to heaven.... It cannot be true. I believe, yet I'll not be sure till you kiss me.... You--Lenore Anderson, this girl of my dreams! Do you love me--is it true?" "Yes, Kurt, indeed I do--very dearly," she replied, and turned to look up into his face. It was transfigured. Lenore's heart swelled as a deep and profound emotion waved over her. "Please kiss me--then." She lifted her face, flushing scarlet. Their lips met. Then with her head upon his shoulder and her hands closely held she answered the thousand and one questions of a bewildered and exalted lover who could not realize the truth. Lenore laughed at him and eloquently furnished proof of her own obsession, and told him how and why and when it all came about.