No, no; you must not touch me again till you know who I am.

After that, sir, you shall apologize to me very humbly for thinking, as I know you do, that I have been over quick to fall in love with you.

After you know who I am, you will be bound to confess that it was nothing less than my duty to fall in love with you at first sight, and that no girl of proper feeling in my place could do otherwise." As may be supposed, I would have been quite content to waive explanations, but Edith was resolute that there should be no more kisses until she had been vindicated from all suspicion of precipitancy in the bestowal of her affections, and I was fain to follow the lovely enigma into the house.

Having come where her mother was, she blushingly whispered something in her ear and ran away, leaving us together.
It then appeared that, strange as my experience had been, I was now first to know what was perhaps its strangest feature.

From Mrs.Leete I learned that Edith was the great-granddaughter of no other than my lost love, Edith Bartlett.