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74 ARIADNE.had given them up to him, and he inreturnhadgiven her shipwreck and death. It was so threethousand years ago,and it is so to-day, and willbe so to-morrow.From my httle stock of moneyIpaid thatwomanwell,for she had been true and tender;the restIspent in going back to Rome. Theboy came with me.Iwas hard and cruel to himat that time, butIcould not say himnay.Throughout the journey she did not change inany way; the noise, and movement, and manychanges, seemed to perplex and trouble hervaguely, as they trouble a poorlamb sent on thatiron road, but no more. She never spoke,exceptnow and then when she woulcl look wistfully outat some gleam of sky or water or spreadingplain,and ask: " will he be long ? " Neither of menor of Aiiipliion had she the slightest consciousness.It was the madness of one all-absorbentand absorbed idea; indeed, what else is Love?Even the beautiful snow-ranges and the sereneglory of the mountains, from whichIhad hopedsomething, failed to alter her or rouse her. Ithink she did not know them from the clouds, or