“Why, what a jolly coincidence!” Elizabeth exclaimed.  “I also am going to California on the Santa Fe line!”

“Indeed!  Then I am more fortunate than I expected to be!” His pleasure shone in his brightening face.  “My friend, Mr. Wilson, stops in Chicago and I have been rather dreading the boredom of the rest of the trip.  I don’t read much on the cars, as I have to be careful of my eyes, and the time is apt to hang heavily on my hands.  I have enjoyed our talks so much that I shall be very grateful if you will let me pay you an occasional visit during the rest of the journey.”

Elizabeth cast him a sidewise glance and smile.  “I think the passing acquaintances one makes now and then and the brief friendships with people who merely cross one’s path are among the most delightful of the small things of life.  It often happens that they are more pleasant, for the time, than the old friendships that have lasted so long they have become commonplace.”

“For my part,” he answered, “I don’t think a friendship is worth continuing after it has become commonplace.  I think I ’d like to be arbiter of manners and customs long enough to make it quite the proper thing to march up to any one whose appearance you like and say, ’How do you do?  Your face interests me and I ’d like to know you.  Here ’s my card.’”

“Oh, if you ’ll do that,” smiled Elizabeth, “I ’ll do my best to help make you dictator!  I’ve so often wished to do that very thing!  But of course you don’t dare.  And yet you see such interesting faces, sometimes, faces of people you know you would like.  Sometimes a face of that sort haunts me long afterward, and I almost wish I had had the courage to speak.”

“I am glad you understand,” Adams replied with a little embarrassed laugh, “because now I can confess that that very desire took possession of me when I saw you come into the car yesterday.”

Elizabeth bent a demure glance upon his feet.  “Shall I be very gracious and make a reciprocal confession, or shall I be entirely truthful and admit that I scarcely saw you yesterday until you offered me your seat in the dining-car?”

The next day, as the train swept through the emerald levels of Iowa, Adams spent most of the time at Elizabeth’s side and they talked together with constant interest and satisfaction, each feeling a growing pleasure in the other’s society, and an increasing sense of consequence in whatever the other said.  When Elizabeth withdrew that night behind the curtains of her berth she was possessed by such a feeling of elation as she had not felt in a long time.  A smile was on her lips, and a smile was in her heart.  Her pulse beat fast, her brain was active, she could not sleep.  Her mind was full of the happenings and the conversation of the last two days, and all that he had said to her she went over again with vivid remembrance of the least details of look and gesture.  And in the background of her consciousness a triumphant refrain was keeping time with her thoughts.  “He loves me,” it chanted, “already he loves me, more than he knows.”