There was a silence. Cynthia did not move; and at last Hubert said, in a stifled voice—
"I love one woman, and one only. What can I say to her?"
"Nothing but that," said Cynthia softly; and then she turned and kissed him.
"I dare not say even that," he muttered.
"Why not? You told me once of an obstacle—Enid Vane was the obstacle, was she not?"
"One obstacle. But there was another."
"Another!" exclaimed Cynthia. "What could that be?"
She was kneeling beside him, her hand locked fast in his, her arm upon his shoulder. A sort of sob broke from his lips.
"Oh, my darling," he said, "I am the last man that you ought ever to have loved!"
"But I love you now, Hubert."