"Yes, to live, to love, and to be loved in return." This trembling cry, which resounded in the clear night air, vibrated with the earnest feeling of his healthy youth.

It was full of passion, of sympathy for his dead mother, and of the intense ardour he had thrown into this, his first love, born of mystery.

It filled all his spirit, his beauty, his loyalty, his ignorance, and his earnest desire of life.
"Like you," he continued, "I was, indeed, expecting the unknown, and the evening when you first appeared at the window I also recognised you at once.

Tell me all that you have ever thought, and what you were in the habit of doing in the days that have passed." But again she refused, saying gently: "No; speak only of yourself.

I am eager to know every petty incident of your life, so please keep nothing back.