“They were glances of intensest exaltation, filled with wonderment and deep-felt ardour. However, they did not belong to me.”
“You are wrong. To you!”
“To me?”
She rose to her full height and her face grew pale and austere.
He, in ecstasy, proclaimed, “Yes, to you!—Have you beheld how joyous I have been these last few days?”
“I heard it in your voice.”
“And do you know the cause?”
“Have you, then, told me?”
“I’ll tell you now. The cause was you alone.”
Her face assumed an even colder expression, and her eyes became even sterner. The shadow of anger crossed her forehead and her brows, and he cried out, with delight, as if to drive away the evil shadow: