She closed her eyes and swayed as if under the spell of wonderful music; he saw the throbbing pulse at her throat. Then she flung out her hands, crying, piteously:
"Go away, please, before I find it is only another dream."
She raised her lids to find him still standing there then felt him with fluttering fingers.
"Our dreams have come true," he said, gently, and strove to imprison her hand.
"No, no!" Her voice broke wildly. "You don't mean it. You—you haven't come to stay."
"I have come to stay if you will let me, dear."
She broke from his grasp and moved quickly away.
"Why are you here? I left you out there with—her. I made your way clear. Why have you come back? What more can I do? Dear God! What more can I do?" She was panting as if desperately frightened.
"There is but one thing more you can do to make me happy. You can be my wife."
"But I don't understand!" She shook her head hopelessly. "You are jesting with me. You love Miss Wayland."