"Is it you ?" She made no answer, at least in words.

Only she bent down and kissed him on the lips.
"You mustn't do that," he whispered.

"Remember--our promise ?" "I remember," she answered.

"Am I likely to forget?
It was that you would never see me nor come into this house while my father lived.
Well, he died a month ago." Then a doubt struck her, and she added swiftly: "Didn't you want to come here ?" "Want, Isobel! What else have I wanted for ten years?
But I didn't know; my coming here was just an accident." "Are there such things as accidents ?" she queried.

"Was it an accident when twenty years ago I found you sleeping in the schoolroom at the Abbey and kissed you on the forehead, or when I found you sleeping a few minutes ago twenty whole years later-- ?" and she paused.
"And kissed me--_not_ upon the forehead," said Godfrey reflective, adding, "I never knew about that first kiss.