I simply wish to have occasional looks at her--to get a bow and a smile of recognition when I meet her, and have a few additional recollections to turn over in my thoughts after I have left her forever.

Perhaps this seems odd." "Oh no, it doesn't.

I quite understand it.

A passing smile or a parting sigh is sometimes more precious than any other memory.

I know all about it, you know--looks, glances, smiles, sighs, and all that sort of thing, you know." "Well, now, old chap, there's one thing I want you to do for me." "Well, what is it ?" "It isn't much, old fellow.