She had suddenly remembered the beginning of Arkwright's story.

For the first time she realized that he had been talking then about herself, not Alice Greggory.
"But you don't mean that you--cared--that I was the--" She could not finish.
Arkwright turned from the mantel with a gesture of utter despair.
"Yes, I cared then.

I had heard of you.

I had sung your songs.

I was determined to meet you.