Her personality melted into mine, and Lucy Lugur and Harry Hatton were one.

If I felt this, Lucy felt it.

I will tell her, and she will believe me, for I am sure she shared that wonderful transfusion of the 'thee into me' which is beyond all explanation, and never felt but with the one soul that is our soul." Thus as he walked down to the village he thrilled himself with the pictures of his own imaginings; for a passionate bewildering love, that had all the unbearable realism of a dream, held him in its unconquerable grip.

There may be men who can force themselves to be reasonable in such a condition, but Henry Hatton was not among them; and when he unexpectedly met Lucy's father in the village, he quite forgot that the man knew nothing at all of his affection for his daughter and his intention to marry her.
"Mr.Lugur," he cried almost joyfully, "I was looking for you, hoping to meet you, and here you are! I am so glad!" Lugur looked up curiously.

People did not usually address him with such pronounced pleasure, and with Henry Hatton he had not been familiar, or even friendly.