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190 ARIADNE.breath of life; without it his body maylive buthis soul does not.She looked at her statue with wistful eyes." You will send it to Paris."" To Paris ? Before showingit here ? ""Yes — he does not come here; he would notsee it."A deep flush came on the paleness of herface, as it always did at the very mention ofHilarion." He will know thatIhave made it — he willbelieve init," she said a little later; "becausehe sawmemake the Love in Venice."" AAliere did that Love go ?"" It was sent from Venice in a ship; and theship foundered, and went down, in a storm."" And the statue waslost ? "" Yes."She leaned her head upon her hands, so thatIcould not see her face; she had neverbeforespoken to me of that time. Istood sdent,thinking how terrible an augury had been thatfoundered Love,sunk to the bottom of the deepsea, companioned only with the dead.