to himself. To himself Roger said: "The touch of her soft little hands on my head Would convert me. What peace for a world weary breast To just sit by her side and be soothed into rest." 

Though our sight is deceived

 Daring thoughts for a stranger. Maurice, who had known Mabel Lee as a child, to himself would not own Such bold longings as those were. He held her to be Too sacred for even a thought that made free. And the voice in his bosom was silenced and hushed Lest the bloom from her soul by his words should be brushed. 

 There are men to whom love is religion; but woman Is far better pleased with a homage more human. Though she may not be able to love in like fashion, She wants to be wooed with both ardor and passion. Had Mabel Lee read Roger's thoughts of her, bold Though they were, they had flattered and pleased her, I hold. 

 The stranger was duly presented. 

 Roger: 

 Miss Lee, I am sure, has no least recollection of me, But the pleasure is mine to have looked on her face Once before this. 

Miss Lee,

 Mabel: 

 Indeed? May I ask where? 

Indeed? May I ask where?

 Roger: 

 The place Was the train, and the time yesterday. 

The place

 Mabel: 

 "Then I came From my shopping excursion in town by the same Fast express which brought you? Had I known that the friend Of my friends, was so near me en route for Bay Bend, I had waived all conventions and asked him to take One-half of my parcels for sweet pity's sake. 

"Then I came

 Roger: 

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