Such friendship as this, when I often think that I receive all and give nothing in return." Again Unorna laughed, so strangely that the sound of her own voice startled her.
"Why do you laugh like that ?" he asked.
"Because what you say is so unjust to yourself," she answered, nervously and scarcely seeing him where he sat.

"You seem to think it is all on your side.

And yet, I just told you that I was fond of you." "I think it is a fondness greater than friendship that we feel for each other," he said, presently, thrusting the probe of a new hope into the tortured wound.
"Yes ?" she spoke faintly, with averted face.
"Something more--a stronger tie, a closer bond.

Unorna, do you believe in the migration of the soul throughout ages, from one body to another ?" "Sometimes," she succeeded in saying.
"I do not believe in it," he continued.

"But I see well enough how men may, since I have known you.