"Oh yes, I'm a student of physiognomy.

Do you mean," I pursued, "that you've a passion for Mr.Paraday's books ?" "They've been everything to me and a little more beside--I know them by heart.

They've completely taken hold of me.

There's no author about whom I'm in such a state as I'm in about Neil Paraday." "Permit me to remark then," I presently returned, "that you're one of the right sort." "One of the enthusiasts?
Of course I am!" "Oh there are enthusiasts who are quite of the wrong.

I mean you're one of those to whom an appeal can be made." "An appeal ?" Her face lighted as if with the chance of some great sacrifice.
If she was ready for one it was only waiting for her, and in a moment I mentioned it.