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52ARIADNE.sumed me, for as she turned her face towardsme there was noHght of any land init,no lightof the reason or the soul;it had the mild,dumb,patient pain of a sick animal uponit, and in thegreat eyes, so lustrous and wide opened, therewas no comprehension, no answer, no recognition.The eyes looked at me; that was all; theydid not see me." WiU he be long ?" she said : her voicesounded faint, and far away."Do you not know me, " oh, my dear? Doyou not even know me? Icried in my mortalagony: she did not seem even to hear; shesighed a little wearily, and turned to tbe casementand leaned her forehead there.Iburstinto tears.IshaU always see that bare white room andthe plank floor, and the high garret window,with the stars shining through it, as long asIsee anything onearth. Sometimes in the nightIwake up shivering, and thinkingIam there;withher lustrous,hopeless eyeslooking at me so,with no sight in them and no reason.