It had been two years since I had seen this woman, and not a letter had
passed between us. I had sent her a book now and then, and she had sent me
a sketch or two.
White Pigeon knows nothing about me, and never asked concerning my
history, which is a blank, my lord! Does the lily inquire of the
humming-bird, "Hast hummed and fluttered about other flowers?"
That is a charming friendship that asks nothing, makes no demands, needs
no assurances, never falters, and is so frank that it disarms prudery and
pretense.