“He shrugged his shoulders, and replied that he never had felt any.
“On another occasion, when I spoke of the elevation of mankind, he answered:
“‘We are young. We are fair. We are healthy. We are happy. Let us enjoy ourselves, and let mankind go to Hades.’
“My dark-eyed Luigi was neither hero nor martyr; neither patriot nor humanitarian. He was only a beautiful and joyous youth, bent on making the merriest of every hour of life at cost of anybody else, except of himself and me.
“Oh, how I was disappointed in him! A broken idol is a very sad event in the life of a romantic dreamer, I fancy.
“I began to try to remember how I had ever got the idea that he was a patriot and a political refugee, and the rest of it. And I recollected that it was from Anglesea and from Madame de la Champe.
“He—Luigi—had never pretended to be anything but my lover. And he was my lover still. He continued to be my lover to the last of his short, young life.
“I must pass on now to the tragedy of our marriage.”
CHAPTER XXX
AWAKENING
There is not in this world of sin