May I not say as much as that ?" "Does it do any good to say it ?" "If I may speak of you at all I may express myself with pleasant truths." "Truths are not always pleasant.

Better not to speak of me at any time." "As you will," answered the Wanderer bending his head as though in submission to her commands.

But he did not continue the conversation, and a long silence ensued.
He wandered what was passing in her mind, and his reflections led to no very definite result.

Even if the idea of her loving him had presented itself to his intelligence he would have scouted it, partly on the ground of its apparent improbability, and partly, perhaps, because he had of late grown really indolent, and would have resented any occurrence which threatened to disturb the peaceful, objectless course of his days.

He put down her quick changes of mood to sudden caprice, which he excused readily enough.
"Why are you so silent ?" Unorna asked, after a time.
"I was thinking of you," he answered, with a smile.