"In love and in duty," he said.
"In both," she replied. "In both, yes, and now love is gasping and duty has become a hard master." Suddenly she sprang toward him. "Brother saw him! I am just beginning to realize what you said. I don't believe it. His eyes lied, too."
"Oh, beautiful faith, it would move a mountain."
"It would pluck a mote from an eye. May I go now?"
"I am not on the bench to discharge or restrain you. But, just a moment. You feel that I am a tyrant. That could not have been possible with your former self. What is so cold as frozen gentleness? And now it is only through the frost-crusted windows that I can catch a glimpse of your other spirit."
"In the hall, yesterday," she said, "I thought that I heard a lurking echo of your old laughter."
He made a gesture of distress. "Don't remind me of it," he said.
"May I go?"
"Yes. But let me ask you one more favor. Don't tell your brother that I mentioned him."
"Another chain," she said.