college-mates."

"That I have noticed. In fact, his lashes are those of a girl. You still
care for him very much?"

"It isn't a matter of caring. We are two beings that live one life."

"A sort of psychic Siamese twins?"

"Almost. Why, the matter is very simple. Our hearts root in the same
soil; the same books have nourished us, the same great winds have shaken
our being, and the same sunshine called forth the beautiful blossom of
friendship."

"He struck me, if you will pardon my saying so, as a rather commonplace
companion."

"There is in him a hidden sweetness, and a depth of feeling which only
intimate contact reveals. He is now taking his post-graduate course at
Harvard, and for well-nigh two months we have not met; yet so many
invisible threads of common experience unite us that we could meet after
years and still be near each other."

"You are very young," Reginald replied.

"What do you mean?"

"Ah--never mind."

"So you do not believe that two hearts may ever beat as one?"