"There—in your heart."
He strove to speak coolly: "Then you can see into it?"
"Yes."
"And you know that you are there alone?"
"Yes—I think so."
"And now that you have looked into it and know what is there, do you care to remain in the heart of—of such a man as I am?"
"Yes. What you are I—forgive."
An outburst of merriment came from the library, and several figures clad in the finery of the early nineteenth century came bustling out into the hall.
