She turned away laughing, a slight flush rising to her cheeks in her confusion.

Then she led me to a chair, and motioned me to be seated.
Ours was a silent meeting, but her gestures and the expression of her eyes were surely more eloquent than mere words.

I knew well what pleasure that re-encounter caused her--equal pleasure with that it gave to me.
Until that moment I had never really loved.

I had admired and flirted with women.

What man has not?
Indeed, I had admired Muriel Leithcourt.
But never until now had I experienced in my heart the real flame of true burning affection.