He looked at her without moving to meet them.
"Ay, I need thee," he said pathetically. "Therefore," and his voice rose firm again, "leave me to myself."
"Thou hast become a stranger," she said tremulously. "I do not understand thee."
"Would thou hadst ever been a stranger, that I had never understood thee."
"Sabbataï, thou ravest."
"I have come to my senses. O my God! my God!" and he fell a-weeping on the divan.
Melisselda's alarm grew greater.
"Rouse thyself, they will hear thee."
"Let them hear. God hears me not."
"Hears thee not? Thou art He!"