Rylton looks at her.
"Are you ill ?" says he sharply.

"You look pale." "Nothing, nothing." She recovers herself and smiles at him, but her face is still white.

"A thought, a mere thought--it cannot be only Tita and her cousin who have old associations, who have--_memories."_ Her eyes are full of tears.

She leans toward him.

This time her lips _do_ touch him--softly her lips touch his cheek.