"I did not know.

He is very young." "He's a man of very high ideels." She puzzled at the word, and then smiled.

"He is like many of our young men in Russia, the students--his mind is in a ferment and he does not know what he wants.

But he is brave." This seemed to Dickson's loyal soul but a chilly tribute.
"I think he is in love with me," she continued.
He looked up startled, and saw in her face that which gave him a view into a strange new world.

He had thought that women blushed when they talked of love, but he eyes were as grave and candid as a boy's.