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ARIADNE. 207— for her sake. He knew thatit was not so, butthe strong alone canbe generous.He was thankful that by any means of his,Art could console her; the divine Dionysos, whocame toher in her loneliness on Naxos, amidstthe salt sea, and who might perchance make thebarren rock bloom with flowers for her oncemore.AVhen the fame of the statue was certain,andaU Paris,and thus all the world, spoke ofit,hereturned to us." AViUshe see me — now? " he asked meIanswered him — yes.The clay had been chiU;it was eveningtime;lamps that swung from cords shed a faint lighthi her studio as he entered; she rose and wenttohim. Isawhim shiver and movea stepbackwardinvoluntarily: thenhe controUed himself." Ihave done whatIcould,"he said;and thenhis voice was choked inhis throat.She looked up into his eyes." You will not hurt him ? "" No."Then she took his hands inhers.