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ARIADNE. 257beenangered; he woulcl havepitied his murderertoo.There was stillness between us.He leaned one hand on the pedestal of theDionysos, and stood with his head and shouldersbowed so thatIcouldnot seehis face.The day wasdeclining; the shadows weregrowingdark: they began to veU the bronze of theAriadne." AVhere is she ?" he said suddenly." What matter to you?" Isaid tohim." Can younot understand ? " he said,and hislaboured breath seemed to choke him as hespoke." If she do not shrink from me — ifIdonot appal her — what atonementIcan makeIwdl. Inever loved her — no. He did; as noother man could have done. Inever lovedher; but her message in the marble — thatIunderstood. She loves me: no other womancould ever love like that. If she do notshrink from me, whatIcan doIwill. AATiathonour, what peace, what amendsIcanrender herIwill give. Beside her innocence,her hohness,Iam vile indeed; but sinceVOL. III.S