She told her how, in his desperation, he had appealed to
her to plead his case and to relate his story, that his mistress might at
least know his love, though she might not be able to return it.
Ida had listened at first in sheer wonder, but as Miss Ludington went on
describing this great love, which all unseen she had inspired, to find
awaiting her full-grown on her return to earth, her cheek began to flush,
a soft smile played about her lips, and her eyes were fixed in tender
reverie.
"Tell him to come to me," she said, gently, as Miss Ludington finished.
When Paul entered, Ida was alone, standing in the centre of the room.
He threw himself at her feet, and lifted the hem of her dress to his
lips.
"Paul, my lover," she said softly.
At this he seized her hand and covered it with kisses. She gently drew
him to his feet. He heard her say, "Forgive me, Paul; I did not know."
Her warm breath mingled with his, and she kissed him on the lips.
CHAPTER X.
In the days that followed, Ida was the object of a devotion on the part
of Miss Ludington and Paul which it would be inadequate to describe as
anything less than sheer idolatry.
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