Against her will her eyes fell.
'Look at me, Diadyomene; for an evil dream haunts me, and your eyes have got it hid.'
'An evil dream!'
She laughed, but her breath came quick as again their looks encountered.
What she met in the steadfast grey eyes brought terror gathering to her own. She shuddered and covered her face.
'An evil dream haunts me, and your eyes have got it hid.'
He watched, dazed, and muttered: 'You—you.'
'What is it?—what is it?' she cried. 'Why have you brought it with you out of season? It is like an air that I cannot breathe. Take it away!'
Never before had she shown so human a weakness, nor had she ever shown so womanly fair. Her clear eyes dilated, her whole face quivered, and for an instant a shadow of vague wistfulness crossed her fear. Her lover's heart beat free of dreams, for a passion of tenderness responded to her need.
'Ah, Diadyomene, no! Can you so dream it, when, to keep all evil from you, I would, God willing, enter hell?'