"Hush!" said Beatrice, "listen to the night-jar. He is worth a hundred nightingales."
"Yes; what a passion is that!" said Antony, "so sincere, and yet so fascinating too."
"'Yet,' do you say, Antony? Why, sincerity is the most fascinating thing in the world."
And as they listened, Antony's heart had stolen back to Silencieux, and once more in fancy he pressed his lips to hers in the dusk: "It is with such an eternal passion that I love you, Silencieux."
FOOTNOTES:
[!-- Note Anchor 1 --][Footnote 1: Of course, the writer is aware that while "Silencieux" is feminine, her name is masculine. In such fanciful names, however, such license has always been considered allowable.]
CHAPTER II
THE COMING OF SILENCIEUX
The manner in which Antony had found and come to love Silencieux was a strange illustration of that law by which one love grows out of another—that law by which men love living women because of the dead, and dead women because of the living.