“Do you believe in love at first sight?”
Atalanta glanced at him almost for the first time since she had been talking to him. Her eyes were very wide and troubled and then, as they met his, she was unable to look away.
She felt as if he held her close to him and that she was his captive, although he was not touching her.
“I thought it was a myth, something novelists imagined might happen,” he said in his deep voice, “but then yesterday as I watched a small Goddess come walking across the Park in the sunshine, something very strange happened to my heart.”
He paused.
“Later when you talked to me, Atalanta, and when you sat where you are sitting now, I know that you had walked into my life and I should never be free of you.”
“It’s – not – true,” she said almost beneath her breath. “You
