Astheymetsooften，theyperhapssmiledatthenextmeeting;then，seeingeachotheragainandagain，theyfeltasiftheykneweachother.
Hecertainlybowedtoher.Andshe，surprised，bowedinreturn，butvery，veryslightly，justenoughnottoappearimpolite.Butaftertwoweeksshereturnedhissalutationfromadistance，evenbeforetheyweresidebyside.
Hespoketoher.Ofwhat？Doubtlessofthesettingsun.Theyadmiredittogether，lookingforitineachother’seyesmoreoftenthanonthehorizon.Andeveryeveningfortwoweeksthiswasthecommonplaceandpersistentpretextforafewminutes’chat.
Thentheyventuredtotakeafewstepstogether，talkingofanythingthatcameintotheirminds，buttheireyeswerealreadysayingtoeachotherathousandmoreintimatethings，thosesecret，charmingthingsthatarereflectedinthegentleemotionoftheglance，andthatcausethehearttobeat，fortheyareabetterrevelationofthesoulthanthespokenward.
Andthenhewouldtakeherhand，murmuringthosewordswhichthewomandivines，withoutseemingtohearthem.