You stood above me, on the left, at a window....

I looked up;...
our eyes met, and I felt in the depths of my heart a strange emotion....
I asked myself, silently, where I had seen that lovely face before.

And the answer rang, you have already often met her; you know her!" "My face reminded you of the gem," interrupted Melissa, disquieted.
"No, no," continued Caesar.

"It was some thing else.

Why had none of my many gems ever reminded me before of living people?
Why did your picture, I know not how often, recur to my mind?
And you?
Only recollect what you have done for me.