And a pang of hideous pain shot through him, and he did not speak.
In the distance the lights blazed into the night, and the sight of them froze Theodora to ice.
It was finished then—their hour of joy.
"My darling," he exclaimed, passionately, "good-bye, and remember all my life is in your hands, and I will spend it in worship of you and thankfulness for this hour of yourself you have given to me. I am yours to do with as you will until death do us part."
"And I," said Theodora, "will never love another man—and if we have sinned we have sinned together—and now, oh, Hector, we must face our fates."
Her voice tore his very heartstrings in its unutterable pathos.
And in that last passionate kiss it seemed as if they exchanged their very souls.
Then they drove into the glare of the restaurant lights, having tasted of the knowledge of good and evil.