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134ARIADNE.He movedimpatiently with a gesture of shrinkingandregret.Hilarion could inflict all tortures of theemotions on a woman, and forsake her, andfeel no pang; but physical need in any womanhurt him, and the thought that it was sufferedfor him, or through him, stung himsharply; in his code his honour was hurtif the creature he had caressed could wantfor bread. She might die of pain, or dragout a living death in solitude ; but that wasnothing. That did not touch his honour, not inany way." Does she want— now ?" he said, withatingeof"ashamed agitation in his cheek. Does shewant ? Surely she must. AndI" "She wants for nothing,"Ianswered him;"and my patienceIcannot answer for: not ifyou insult her — so. Words are no use;Icameto say to you, ' Go out of Rome.' Donot outrageher with the sight of you beside that patricianjade in the palace yonder; break with thatJezebel, and go to what other vile woman youwill, — only not here."