"The next day I saw you in the Park; I was careful not to return."
"But what have I done? You said last night—"
"Why do you question? You know it is because I love you."
"Then you shall not go."
"I must."
"You shall not, I say."
"And I shall take with me the knowledge that the one woman I have loved is the one woman I have been forced to leave."
"Roland Mistrial, how can you bear the name you do and yet be so unjust? If you leave me now it is because you care more for yourself than you ever could for me. It is not on my account you go: it is because you fear the world. There were heroes once that faced it."
"Yes, and there were Circes then, as now."
As he made that trite reply his face relaxed, and into it came an expression of such abandonment that the girl could see the day was won.