“Truth compels me to say you did not.”
“How did I appear?”
“You looked like—like—well, like the moonlight, beautiful, but sad.”
“And now——?”
“Now I may liken you to—to the sunshine.”
“Radiant and happy?” smiled she. “Yes, I feel so. The difference must be due to changed conditions,” she continued, “and I am resolved not to return to the old state. What I lose by this resolve, I do not know; therefore, I do not grieve. I—heaven forgive me, if my act be a wrong one!—but I am bent on separating myself entirely from the past.”
Prompted by a sudden thought, she rose to her feet.
“Which way does St. Petersburg lie?”
Wilfrid pointed to the east.
“St. Petersburg! city that was once my home, you are my home no more.”