They stood looking at each other for a moment, in which both had taken a
long step forward in life's experience. But presently his eyes looked
beyond her, as though at something that fascinated them.
"Of what are you thinking? What do you see?" she asked.
"You, leaving the garden of my house in Cairo, I standing by the fire,"
he answered, closing his eyes for an instant.
"It is what I saw also," she said breathlessly. "It is what I saw and was
thinking of that instant." When, as though she must break away from the
cords of feeling drawing her nearer and nearer to him, she said, with a
little laugh, "Tell me again of my Chicago cousin? I have not had a
letter for a year."
"Lacey, he is with me always. I should have done little had it not been
for him. He has remarkable resource; he is never cast down. He has but
one fault."
"What is that?"
"He is no respecter of persons. His humour cuts deep. He has a wide heart
for your sex. When leaving the court of the King of Abyssinia he said to
his Majesty: 'Well, good-bye, King.
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