"Nothing. Though the world divided us, yet we should be together."
Again the loud sobs came from overhead.
Paul rose to his feet, a shattered man no more. His abject mien fell from him like a garment. "Did I not say it was a lie?" he muttered, fiercely. "Greta, I am ashamed," he said; "your courage disgraces me. See what a pitiful coward you have taken for your husband. You have witnessed a strange weakness. But it has been for the last time. Thank God, I am now the man of yesterday!"
Her tears were rolling down her cheeks, but her eyes were very bright. "What do you wish me to do?" she whispered. "Is it not something for me to do?"
"It is, darling. You said rightly that the thought of one is the thought of both."
"What is it?"
"A terrible thing!"
"No matter. I am here to do it. What?"
"It is to part from me to-night—only for to-night—only until to-morrow."
Greta's face broke into a perfect sunshine of beauty. "Is that all?" she asked.