"
"That," she remarked, "sounds a little far-fetched - not to say
impossible."
"Some day," he answered boldly, "I shall speak to you of this again,
and I shall try to convince you that it is truth!"
He could not see her face, but he knew very well in some occult
manner that she had parted with some at least of her usual composure.
As a matter of fact she was nervous and ill-at-ease.
"You have not yet told me," she said abruptly, "what you imagine
can be this girl's reasons for remaining unknown."
"I can only guess them," he said gravely; "I can only suppose that
she is ashamed of her father and declines to meet any one connected
with him. It is very wrong and very narrow of her. If I could talk
to her for ten minutes and tell her how the poor old chap used to
dream about her and kiss her picture, I can't think but she'd be
sorry."
"Try and think," she said, looking still away from him, "that she
must have another reason. You say that you liked her picture! Try
and be generous in your thoughts of her for its sake."
"I will try," he answered, "especially - "
"Yes?"
"Especially - because the picture makes me think - sometimes - of
you!"
CHAPTER XXXIII
Trent had done many brave things in his life, but he had never been
conscious of such a distinct thrill of nervousness as he experienced
during those few minutes' silence.
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