There was a silence. The visitor, hesitating a little, asked:
“Have you never loved, Madame?”
A delicate blush suffused the withered cheeks, and this time she made no reply, gazing on the ground.
“Shelley?” he murmured.
“With all my heart and soul,” she replied, without raising her eyes.
Then with a charming coquetry she gave him a tap on the cheek with her closed fan.
The End
Transcriber’s Notes
Minor changes to spelling and punctuation have been made silently to achieve consistency.
[The end of Ariel (A Shelley Romance) by Maurois, André (Emile Salomon Wilhelm Herzog), and Ella D’Arcy (translator)]