it back.

Then she remembered that she had said that she would call him "Paul" the
first time she met him, and she smiled.

"Searching for me? I don't understand."

"Of course not! Neither do I! Why should we? The best things in life are
the things we don't--and can't--understand. Is it not so?"

"Perhaps!" doubtfully. She had never thought of it in just that light
before, but it might be true. It was human nature to be attracted by
mystery. "But you have been looking for me, you say! Since when?--our
race?" And her laugh rang out on the air with its old mocking rhythm.

And the Boy felt his blood tingle again at the memory of it.

"But what did you say, Monsieur Zalenska--pardon me--Paul, I mean," and
she laughed again, "what did you say as you rode home again?"

The Boy shook his head with affected contrition.

"Unfit to tell a lady!" he said.

And the girl laughed again, pleased by his frankness.

"Vowed eternal vengeance upon my luckless head, I suppose!"

"Oh, not so bad as that, I think," said Paul, pretending to reflect upon
the matter--"I am sure it was not quite so bad as that!"