"Yes, yes," she answered, eagerly. "But why do you speak of those days?"

She looked into his face as she asked, almost as though she could read
his meaning.

"Do you remember Robert Bramble then?"

"Well, well."

"And do you remember his brother, Helen?"

"Gracious heavens, yes!" she quickly answered, almost anticipating his
words.

"Well, Helen, Charles Bramble is before you!"

She did not faint nor utter a shriek at the effect of the powerfully
condensed feelings which crowded upon her heart and senses; but she
stood for one moment gazing at him as though a veil had been removed
from her eyes, recalling in one instant of time the sweet memories of
their childish days together, recalling even the kiss, that last kiss he
had given her years, years before, when he saw her for the last time,
until they met in the broad ocean; she recalled these things and a
thousand more in a moment of time. She remembered how strangely the
tones of his voice had affected her from the outset, how they had seemed
to awaken dreams of the past nearly every time she listened to him.
These things she thought like a flash of mind in one instant, and then,
covering her face with her hands, sobbed aloud!