"It was because I loved you," she murmured. "You see, I prevented myself from thinking of you. I said to myself that it was quite done with, and all the time I knew that one day or another we should get together. It only wanted an opportunity—some lucky chance. Wasn't it so?"
A shudder froze him. He tried to shake off this dream; then he repeated slowly:
"Nothing is ever done with; a little happiness is enough to make everything begin again."
"Then you'll keep me, and it will be all right this time?"
And she slipped down fainting. She was so weak that her low voice died out. In terror he kept her against his heart.
"Are you in pain?"
She sat up surprised.
"No, not at all. Why?"
But this question aroused her from her dream. She gazed at the darkness with distraction, wringing her hands in another fit of sobbing.
"My God, my God, how black it is!"