ABSTRACT
He saw plainly enough the little girl was in love with him. He caught her looking at him with the tenderest expression in her large eyes. She answered his bell when he rang as rapidly as if she slept on the mat outside. The first time he slept in his rooms she had, in the middle of the night, fancied she heard him moaning, and, slipping on her dress, had descended to assure herself whether the sound was fancied or real. He never knew that — but we do.
