You're in danger." "I don't feel that way." He smiled for the first time, and his fine teeth shining from his handsome mouth led her to say: "Your big mustaches are gone--that's the reason I didn't know you at once--I don't believe I like you so well----" "They'll grow again," he said; "I'm in disguise." He smiled again as if in a joke.
Again the thought of who he really was flamed through her mind.

"What a life you lead! How do you happen to be here?
I never expected to see you in a city--you don't fit into a city." "I'm here because you are," he replied, and the simplicity of his reply moved her deeply.

"I came as soon as I got your letter," he went on.
"My letter! I've written only one letter, that was soon after your visit to Marmion." "That's the one I mean.

I got it nearly four years after you wrote it.

I hope you haven't changed since that letter." "I'm older," she said evasively.