"Are you sure it is love?" she asked him.
Ah! how well Paul knew now, and he bent toward the face of his dreams.
"No! no! not that!" she said, and rose from her place. "You don't know what you do. Please go! go! quickly, for I must be alone."
And then as Paul hesitated for an instant, she fled through the heavy draperies into the room beyond, leaving but a breath of the faint, sweet perfume to hallow the air.
With heart bowed down Paul passed out through the great doorway, the words from an old play ringing through his brain:
"She was lovable, and he loved her; but he was not lovable, and she loved him not."
CHAPTER XVII
