The Princess Yetive ran to him, and, placing her hands on his shoulders, cried with the fierceness of despair:
“You will go back to the monastery? You will leave Graustark? For my sake—for my sake!”
He hesitated and then surrendered, his honor falling weak and faint by the pathway of passion.
“Yes!” he cried, hoarsely.
Tap! tap! tap! at the door. Lorry took one look at the rapturous face and released her.
“Come!” she called.
The door flew open, an attendant saluted, and in stepped—Gabriel!
XXIV. OFF TO THE DUNGEON
The tableau lasted but a moment. Gabriel advanced a few steps, his eyes gleaming with jealousy and triumph. Before him stood the petrified lovers, caught red-handed. Through her dazed brain struggled the conviction that he could never escape; through his ran the miserable realization that he had ruined her forever. Gabriel, of all men!