"I can bear her witness--and what better witness could you have ?--that till now she never knew what it is to love.

It is true she sat here then as now, and there were others at her feet, drawn by the same beauty that has drawn you, but their voices never touched her heart.

She had to come back again to earth to learn what love is." Paul bent contritely, and kissed Ida's feet as she sat above him, murmuring, "Forgive me!" Her hand sought his and pressed it with convulsive strength.
They walked home in silence, gentle Miss Ludington inwardly reproaching herself for the embarrassment her words had seemed to cause Ida.

She examined her memory afresh.

It was very long ago; she was growing old, and it was natural to suppose that her memory might be losing in distinctness.