"There's the wild, sweet wine of the forest in your very blood! And it's always calling!" "Yes," nodded Diane wistfully, "it's always calling.

How did you know ?" "By the wizardry of eye and intuition!" he laughed lightly.

"And the personal consideration," he added pleasantly; "we've come at last to that." A tide of color swept brightly over Diane's face.
"Surely, Carl," she exclaimed with a swift, level glance, "you don't mean that you care ?" "No," said Carl honestly, "I don't.

I mean just this.

Will you permit me to care?
To-night as you stood there in the doorway I knew for the first time that, if I chose, I could love you very greatly." "Love isn't like that," flashed Diane.