"I wouldn't contradict you for the world, Paul."

She lingered over his name with a cadence in her tone that made it
almost a caress. It thrilled him again as it had from the beginning.

"But I'll forgive you for running away from me, since I am so fortunate
as to be with you now where you can't possibly run very far! Strange,
isn't it, how Fate has thrown us together?"

"Very!"

There was a dry sarcasm in the tones, and a mockery in the glance, that
told him she was not blind to his manoeuvres. Their eyes met and they
laughed again. Truly, life just then was exceedingly pleasant for the
two on the deck of the Lusitania.

"But I was looking for you before that, Opal--long before that--weeks!"

The girl was truly surprised now and turned to him wonderingly. Then,
without question, he told her of his overhearing her at the garden
party--what a long time ago it seemed!--and his desire, ever since, to
meet her.

He told her, too, of his hearing her laugh at the theatre that night;
but the girl was silent, and said not a word of having seen him there.
Confidences were all right for a man, she thought, but a girl did well
to keep some things to herself.

He did not say that he was deliberately following her to America, but