For a long pause after speaking he remained silent, drinking in the fragrance of the room, the whispering of the flames, and the dreamy loveliness of Corinna's expression.

A change had come over her face.

In the flushed light she looked young and elusive; and it seemed to him that, beneath the glowing tissue of flesh, he gazed upon an indestructible beauty of spirit.
"Do you know what I was thinking ?" he asked presently.

"I was thinking that I'd known all this before--that I'd been waiting for it always--the firelight on these splendid colours, the smell of the roses, the sound of the flames, and the way you looked up at me with that memory in your eyes.

'I have been here before'." A quiver as faint as the shadow of a flower crossed her face.