"I had talked myself into a passion. I felt how my cheeks were a-glow, and then suddenly shame overwhelmed me at the thought that I had thus laid bare to him my innermost being. I pressed my hands to my face, and struggled with my tears.
"When I dared to look up again, he was standing before me with glistening eyes and staring at me.
"'Child,' he said, 'where in all the world did you get that from? Why it sounded like the Song of Songs.'
"I set my teeth and was silent. I did not know myself how it had come to me.
"He then seated himself at my side and seized both my hands.
"'Olga.' he went on, 'what you just said was not exactly practical, but it was beautiful and true, and has stirred up the very depths of my soul. It seemed to me as if I were listening to a voice from some other world, and I am almost ashamed of having been faint-hearted and cowardly. But even if I braced myself up and thought as you do: what good would it all be, seeing that she no longer cares for me?'
"'She not care for you?' I cried, 'she will die of it, if you leave her, Robert!'
"'Olga!'
"I saw how a joyful doubt illumined his countenance, and I felt as if a strange hand were gripping at my throat; but I would not let myself be deterred from my purpose, and gathering together all my defiance, I continued: 'I know, Robert, that you will despise me when you have heard what I am about to tell you; but I must do it, so that you may understand that you cannot depart. I have played a false game towards you, Robert, I have betrayed your confidence.'
"And with bated breath, gasping forth the words, I told him what I had done with his letters.