"And you appeared suddenly then, too, and rescued me. You have always been uniformly kind," she said, "but--a little intangible."
"A myth," he suggested, "with neither height, breadth, nor thickness."
"You have height and breadth," she answered, measuring him swiftly with her eye; "I am not sure about the thickness. Perhaps. What I mean to say is, that you seem to be a person in the world, but not of it. Your exits and entrances are too mysterious, and then you carry me out of it,- -although I invite myself, which is not at all proper."
"I came down here to see you," he said, and took a firmer grip on the reins. "I exist to that extent."
"That's unworthy of you," she cried. "I don't believe you--would have known I was here unless you had caught eight of me."
"I should have known it," he said.
"Because I heard you playing. I am sure it was you playing."
"Yes, it was I," she answered simply, "but I did not know that--you heard. Where were you?