She looked at him earnestly for a few seconds. Perhaps she was thinking of the illness through which he had passed, and of his thankfulness at his recovery. 'I am so glad you're better,' she said. 'We were all heart-broken at your illness. I hope----' But she did not finish the sentence. Perhaps she saw that he was not heeding what she said,--saw, too, that his eyes were far away. For a few seconds they walked on in silence. Then he turned towards her suddenly. 'I have something to tell you,' he said,--'something very wonderful.' 'You look awfully serious,' and she gave a nervous laugh as she spoke; 'I hope it is nothing to frighten me.' 'Perhaps it is,' he replied, 'but it must be said,--the words would choke me if I didn't utter them.' She looked at him like one frightened, but did not speak. 'It is all summed up in three words,' he went on: 'I love you. No, don't speak yet; it would not be right. I never saw you until Friday night,--that is, I have no ordinary remembrance of seeing you until then. My friend had spoken to me about you; he had told me of your interest in me. He showed me the letter you wrote him. I did not want to come here, but something, I don't know what it was, made me. When I saw you on Friday evening, I knew. You stood at the doorway of your father's house, with the light of the setting sun upon your face. I could not speak at the time,--words wouldn't come. No wonder, for life begun for me at that moment,--I mean full life, complete life. When I saw you, the world became new. You thought I acted strangely, didn't you? I told you that I never remembered speaking to a woman until then. In a way, of course, it was foolishness, although in another it was the truth. My past is a blank,--that is, up to the time I awoke to a realization that I lived, away in India; and since then my life has been with men. But that wasn't what I meant. When I saw you, you were the only woman in the world,--you are now. You are the fulfilment of my dreams, longing, hopes, ideals. You are all the world.' The two walked on side by side, neither speaking for some time after this. Perhaps Lorna Bolivick was frightened,--perhaps she was wondering how she could at once be kind, and still make him see the foolishness of what he had said.