"At last—oh, at last!"
"What have I done?" he said to himself, conscious-stricken at her glorified face. He stiffened against the soft arms, that sought to draw him back, saying hoarsely:
"Dodo—listen, Dodo!"
But she shook her head, pervaded suddenly by an incomprehensible ecstasy of weakness, the oblivion of absolute surrender. She opened her eyes once, and let them close again heavily.
"Please," she said in a whisper, "don't—don't say anything. Don't talk.... It's all too wonderful!"
Then, abruptly, he tore her away from him, grasping his coat, placing a table between them.
"To-morrow!" he said, in a voice he did not recognize, knowing not what to believe, afraid of what he might say, amazed that all his will had gone.
She gave a cry, extending her hands to him.
"No! Oh, don't go!"
"I must, Dodo! I must!"