Ah, what adieus were theirs the evening before the separation! How Helia trembled when Phil kissed her—and what promises he made her!
Sinking back in the sofa-cushions, Helia and Phil stared vaguely before them at the Morgana picture. The perfume of Miss Rowrer’s violets reached them, light and subtle; and the minutes passed in silence. Then Phil sang in an undertone:
“Adieu, ma mie, adieu, mon cœur,
Adieu, mon espérance!...
Puisque il me faut servir le roi,
Séparons-nous d’ensemble.”
(“Farewell, my love, farewell, my heart,
Farewell, all my hope!...
And since I must serve my king,
We must separate from each other!”)