voices but not able to distinguish words."

"Again I understand you," said he approvingly; while the beautiful girl
bestowed on me the coveted reward of a smile, which had no pity or
contempt in it.

"I think," I continued, determined to follow up this new train of ideas
on which I had so luckily stumbled, "that we are not so far apart in
mind after all. About some things we stand quite away from each other,
like the widely diverging branches of a tree; but, like the branches, we
have a meeting-place, and this is, I fancy, in that part of our nature
where our feelings are. My accident in the hills has not disarranged
that part of me, I am sure, and I can give you an instance. A little
while ago when I was standing behind the bushes watching you all, I saw
this young lady----"

Here a look of surprise and inquiry from the girl warned me that I was
once more plunging into obscurity.

"When I saw _you_," I continued, somewhat amused at her manner,
"cast yourself on the earth to kiss the cold face of one you had loved
in life, I felt the tears of sympathy come to my own eyes."

"Oh, how strange!" she exclaimed, flashing on me a glance from her
green, mysterious eyes; and then, to increase my wonder and delight, she
deliberately placed her hand in mine.

"And yet not strange," said the old man, by way of comment on her words.

"It seemed strange to Yoletta that one so unlike us outwardly should be