To want to meet a strange young man again was absolutely a new and irritating discovery for Lenore.

It mystified her, because she had not had time to like Dorn.
Liking an acquaintance had nothing to do with the fact.

And that stunned her.
"Could it be--love at first sight ?" she whispered, incredulously, as she stared out over the shadowing fields.
"For me?
Why, how absurd--impossible!...

I--I only remembered him--a big handsome boy with blazing eyes....

And now I'm sorry for him!" To whisper her amaze and doubt and consternation only augmented the instinctive recurring emotion.