"It has often been in my dreams, and the changing events of my life have never banished it from my memory for a single day.

How _could I_ forget it, when my heart there received its first and only deep impression.

I have loved you from the first evening I saw you.

Judging that your affections were pre-engaged, I would gladly have loved another, if I could; but though I have since met fascinating ladies, none of them have interested me deeply." An expression of pain passed over her face while she listened, and when he paused she murmured softly, "I am sorry." "Sorry!" echoed he.

"Is it then impossible for me to inspire you with sentiments similar to my own ?" "I am sorry," she replied, "because a first, fresh love, like yours, deserves better recompense than it could receive from a bruised and worn-out heart like mine.