She lifted her head.
"That I should repent!" she cried. "Repent! Like this!"
"No," he returned, "I never thought of that, I swear!"
"And it is you," she cried, with scorn,—"you who stand there and look at me and tell me that it is all over!"
"Is it my fault that it is all over?" he demanded. "Is it?"
"No," she answered, "that is my consolation."
He drew nearer to her.
"You left me nothing," he said,—"nothing. God knows what saved me—I do not. You loved me? You battled against your love?" He laughed aloud. "I was a madman under your window night after night. Forget it, if you can. I cannot. 'Oh! that I should have stooped for this,' you say. No, it is that I who have loved you should stand here with empty hands!"
She had bowed her face and was sobbing again. But suddenly she rose.