She took out now a bundle of letters, a piece of ribbon, a locket, a
bunch of faded flowers, and a few other trifles, and brought them to Ida.
Paul left the room on tiptoe. This was a scene where a third person, one
might almost say a second person, would be an interloper.
When, a long time after, he returned, Miss Ludington was sitting in the
chair where Ida had been sitting, smiling and crying, and the girl, with
eyes that shone like stars, was bending over her, and kissing the tears
away.
The night was now almost spent, and the early dawn of midsummer, peering
through the windows, and already dimming the lights, warned them that the
day would soon be at hand.
"You shall have your own bedroom," said Miss Ludington. The face of the
old lady was flushed, and her high-pitched and tremulous voice betrayed
an exhilaration like that of intoxication. "You will excuse me for having
cluttered it up with my things; to-morrow I will take them away. You see
I had not dared hope you would come back to me. I had expected to go to
you."
"I and you--you and I.
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