Ah me! how often had he thought of them! 'I think of those days so often--too often,' continued Katie.
'But, dear Charley, I cannot remember too often that you saved my life.' Charley once more tried to explain to her that there was nothing worthy of notice in his exploit of that day.
'Well, Charley, I may think as I like, you know,' she said, with something of the obstinacy of old days.

'I think you did save my life, and all the people in the world won't make me think anything else; but, Charley, I have something now to tell you.' He sat and listened.

It seemed to him as though he were only there to listen; as though, were he to make his own voice audible, he would violate the sanctity of the place.

His thoughts were serious enough, but he could not pitch his voice so as to suit the tone in which she addressed him.
'We were always friends, were we not ?' said she; 'we were always good friends, Charley.

Do you remember how you were to build a palace for me in the dear old island out there?
You were always so kind, so good to me.' Charley said he remembered it all--they were happy days; the happiest days, he said, that he had ever known.
'And you used to love me, Charley ?' 'Used!' said he, 'do you think I do not love you now ?' 'I am sure you do.