Or again: "To-night you shall be Pierrot—mourning for his Columbine."
Ah! how divine was Silencieux in all her disguises!—a divine child. Oh, how tender those nights was Silencieux!
Antony sat and watched her face in awe and wonder. Surely it was the noblest face that had ever been seen in the world.
"Is it true that that noble face is mine?" he would ask; "I cannot believe it."
"Kiss it," said Silencieux gaily, "and see."
Then on a sudden, what was this change in Silencieux! So cold, so silent, so cruel, had she grown.
"Silencieux," Antony called to her. "Silencieux," he pleaded.
But she never spoke.
"O Silencieux, speak! I cannot bear it."