"And I lose myself in my love," he added.
"Yes; love! Oui da!"
She laughed a little hysterically and shrugged the thin shoulders without changing her position.
"Ah!" he exclaimed, pityingly, "you do not know what love is!"
"Me? No! Why should I?"
She never once looked up at him. She dared not.
"And yet you once said love was everything," he continued, thinking only of himself.
"Yes,—everything," she repeated, mechanically. "Did I say that?"
"And you spoke truly, though I did not know it then——"
"No,—I did not know it then," she repeated, absently.