She drew back from him hurriedly, afraid that his very insistence would destroy her fortitude.
"Let me not have bankrupted myself for a trust thou wilt not give!"
"It–it is not mine to give," she stammered.
"Otherwise–otherwise–" he prompted, leaning near her. But she put him back from her, desperately.
"Go, go!" she whispered. "I hear–I hear Philadelphus!"
He turned from her obediently.
"It is not my last hope," he said to himself. "Neither has she suffered her last perplexity in this house. I shall come again."
He passed out into the streets of Jerusalem.