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200 ARIADNE.trembling she had cried to him, " It will be aUmylife!"It was all her life:it had been only a summeror two of his.The statue he would have bought if any extravagance— if half his fortune — could have purchasedit;but he thatit was inno way tobe had.In early morning, long before the men andwomen of his own world were astir,he rose oftenand went into the lonely place where the figurestood, and looked at it."No one else could love me like that," hethought over and overagain to himself.She had acceptedher fate at Idshands withoutreproach and without appeal;but this messagesent tohimin the marble, this parable hi stone,moved him as no words and as no woe wouldhave done. The faint hope with which she hadsent it forth was fulfilled. He remembered —almost he repented.He read the parable of the marble, but hestayed on with the apes and the asps, and theone mocked and beguiled him, and the others