“Never,” she said.
“We were created for each other.... Nothing could hold us apart.”
“Nothing.”
“Can anything be greater than love?”
“I don’t know.”
“I believe there is something—something that selects a man and woman and brings them together.... We have been brought together.”
“I felt it—to-night.”
Again silence fell. Her hand rested on his head—it was the only contact of their bodies.
“Hildegarde,” he said, presently, “there is a thing I must mention this once—and then never again. It must never arise between us, in your heart or in my heart.”
“What is it, Potter?”