have been sitting here green with envy. Oh, if love might only come to
me like that."

"Like what?"

"Heaven-sent--never a doubt, never a speculation; just knowing and
believing--souls stripped bare of all pretence."

How splendid she was--how beautiful! He bent down to her. "Why
shouldn't it come to you?"

"Men don't love me that way. They admire and respect and then love.
But Jean? She's a moon maiden, luring them to--madness." She smiled
up at him.

"Captain Hewes says you are the supreme type--the perfect American."

"Yes, but he thinks of me as a type. Some day perhaps he will think of
me as a woman."

She brought the conversation back to Jean. "You need not let the
thought of her loneliness trouble you."

"You think then that I am going to lose her?"

"You have lost her already."

Sparks burned in the Doctor's eyes. "I don't believe it. She has
known him a few days--and I've given her my whole life."