Then she advanced and spoke to them.
"I have been standing here looking at you, my sister," she said.

"I have been trying to imagine how strangely it must come over you that forty years ago you sat here as you sit here now, just as young and beautiful then as now, and Paul not then born, even his parents children at that time." Ida bent down her head and replied, in scarcely audible tones, "I do not like to think of those days." "And I don't like to think of them," echoed Paul, with a curious sensation of jealousy, not the first of the kind that he had experienced in imagining the former life of his darling.

"I do not like to think who may have sat at her feet then.

I, too, would like to forget these days." Ida bent her head still lower and said nothing.

It was Miss Ludington who spoke.
"You have no ground to feel so," she said.