THE AGE OF INNOCENCE
gaged herself with a faint smile, and he said: "You didn't expect me today?"
"Oh, no."
"I meant to go to Washington to see you. I'd made all my arrangements—I very nearly crossed you in the train."
"Oh—" she exclaimed, as if terrified by the narrowness of their escape.
"Do you know—I hardly remembered you?"
"Hardly remembered me?"
"I mean: how shall I explain? I—it's always so. Each time you happen to me all over again."
"Oh, yes: I know! I know!"
"Does it—do I too: to you?" he insisted.
She nodded, looking out of the window.
"Ellen—Ellen—Ellen!"
She made no answer, and he sat in silence, watching her profile grow indistinct against the snow-streaked dusk beyond the window. What had she been doing in all those four long months, he wondered? How little they knew of each other, after all! The precious moments were slipping away, but he had forgotten everything that he had meant to say to her and could only helplessly brood on the mystery of their remoteness and their proximity, which seemed to be symbolised by the fact of their sitting so close to each other, and yet being unable to see each other's faces.
"What a pretty carriage! Is it May's?" she asked, suddenly turning her face from the window.
"Yes."
"It was May who sent you to fetch me, then? How kind of her!"
He made no answer for a moment; then he said ex-
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