Gold tells no tales, and the secret has been well kept.

I would give much to know the truth--when I am in the humour." She sighed, and then laughed again.
"You see why it is that I find the idea of a brother so hard to understand," she added, and then was silent.
"You have all the more need of understanding it, my dear friend," the Wanderer answered, looking at her thoughtfully.
"Yes--perhaps so.

I can see what friendship is.

I can almost guess what it would be to have a brother." "And have you never thought of more than that ?" He asked the question in his calmest and most friendly tone, somewhat deferentially as though fearing lest it should seem tactless and be unwelcome.
"Yes, I have thought of love also," she answered, in a low voice.

But she said nothing more, and they walked on for some time in silence.
They came out upon the open place by the river which she remembered so well.