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I should have found it out
for myself, as I _have_ done."
And he smiled at her as he said the last words with marked emphasis. She
raised her eyes wistfully.
"And you are glad?" she asked softly and with a sort of wonder in her
accents.
"Glad to know your name? glad to know _you_! Of course! Can you ask such
a question?"
"But why?" persisted Thelma. "It is not as if you were lonely,--you have
friends already. We are nothing to you. Soon you will go away, and you
will think of the Altenfjord as a dream,--and our names will be
forgotten. That is natural!"
What a foolish rush of passion filled his heart as she spoke in those
mellow, almost plaintive accents,--what wild words leaped to his lips
and what an effort it cost him to keep them hack. The heat and
impetuosity of Romeo,--whom up to the present he had been inclined to
consider a particularly stupid youth,--was now quite comprehensible to
his mind, and he, the cool, self-possessed Englishman, was ready at that
moment to outrival Juliet's lover, in his utmost excesses of amorous
folly.


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