Take one of these; and here's a light." She threw a matchbox across.
Fitzpiers caught it, and having lit up, regarded her from his new position, which, with the shifting of the candles, for the first time afforded him a full view of her face.

"How many years have passed since first we met!" she resumed, in a voice which she mainly endeavored to maintain at its former pitch of composure, and eying him with daring bashfulness.
"WE met, do you say ?" She nodded.

"I saw you recently at an hotel in London, when you were passing through, I suppose, with your bride, and I recognized you as one I had met in my girlhood.

Do you remember, when you were studying at Heidelberg, an English family that was staying there, who used to walk--" "And the young lady who wore a long tail of rare-colored hair--ah, I see it before my eyes!--who lost her gloves on the Great Terrace--who was going back in the dusk to find them--to whom I said, 'I'll go for them,' and you said, 'Oh, they are not worth coming all the way up again for.' I DO remember, and how very long we stayed talking there! I went next morning while the dew was on the grass: there they lay--the little fingers sticking out damp and thin.

I see them now! I picked them up, and then--" "Well ?" "I kissed them," he rejoined, rather shamefacedly.
"But you had hardly ever seen me except in the dusk ?" "Never mind.