'She loves you; she is capable of love such as is granted to few; that is the sublime in her.'
He seized upon this, hungrily, missing meanwhile the sublime in the honesty of the singer,—
'Since I am given so much, I should not exact more. The Islands.... She gives all to me. I ought not to force the Islands upon her.'
'Grapes of thistles,' Kato said softly.
'You understand,' he murmured with gratitude. 'But why should she hamper me, Anastasia? Are all women so irrational? What am I to believe?'
'We are not so irrational as we appear,' Kato said, 'because our wildest sophistry has always its roots in the truth of instinct.'
Eve was near them, crying out,—
'A tarantella, Anastasia!'
Julian sprang up; he caught her by the wrist,—
'Gipsy!'