Think of your humbling yourself before me, you who are a hundred thousand
times better, and wiser, and greater than I. Oh, Paul it is I who ought
to worship you, and who am not good enough to kiss you," and before he
could prevent her she had caught his hand, and, bowing her face over it,
had kissed it. As he drew it away he felt that there were tears upon it.
It was evening, and he could not see her face distinctly.
"Darling," he exclaimed, "what is the trouble?"
"Oh, nothing at all!" she replied. "It is because I am in love, I
suppose."
Whether it was because she was in love or not it is certain that she took
to crying very often during these days. Her manner with her lover, too,
was often strangely moody. Sometimes she would display a gaiety that was
almost feverish, and shortly after, perhaps, he would surprise her in
tears. But she always declared that she was not unhappy; and, unable to
conceive of any reason why she should be, Paul was fain to conceive that
she was merely nervous.
The absorption of the lovers in each other's society naturally left Miss
Ludington more often alone than before; but Ida was very far from
neglecting her for her lover.
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