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188 ARIADNE." Iseldom sleep— inmy chamber Icould hearyour voices, but not what you said.seem good to him — whatIhave done ? "Does it"It seems great."ThenItold her all that he said to me; andthe noble soul of him seemed to me to shinethrough the words like the light through alampof alabaster; andIsaw that they touched herdeeply. Her sad eyes gatheredmoisture in them,and her grandmouth, always so resolutely closedas though afraid that any reproach of her lostlover should escape them, trembled and grewsoft." He is too good to me," she said at length." Oh, why was Iborn only to bring so muchmisery to others!"" Nay,there is somemisery clearer to us thanjoy," saidI. " Maryx loves you."A shudder ran through her and she stoppedme." Never speak of love to me. A woman faithfidwill not even think that any can feel love forher — save one;itis almost infidelity."" Nay,Ispoke not of love so; woulclIinsult