Don't you remember ?" "Yes, I remember," she answered, softly.

"It was when you were so sympathetic with my foolish whim that I felt we were really friends." "And I, when you confided your pretty fancy to me, thanked you for the gift of your friendship, and treasured it, and do still treasure it, above everything on earth." She looked at me quickly with a sort of nervousness in her manner, and cast down her eyes.

Then, after a few moments' almost embarrassed silence, as if to bring our talk back to a less emotional plane, she said: "Do you notice the curious way in which this memorial divides itself up into two distinct parts ?" "How do you mean ?" I asked, a little disconcerted by the sudden descent.
"I mean that there is a part of it that is purely decorative and a part that is expressive or emotional.

You notice that the general design and scheme of decoration, although really Greek in feeling, follows rigidly the Egyptian conventions.

But the portrait is entirely in the Greek manner, and when they came to that pathetic farewell, it had to be spoken in their own tongue, written in their own familiar characters." "Yes.