“Why are you hiding here?”
His face was all somber in the shadows.
“I had a wish to be alone.”
He could not bring himself to look at her, because of the new bitterness in his heart, and because her voice was so soft and luring.
“What has happened to you, Martin?”
She went close, looking in his face.
“Tell me. Have I no right to know?”
He answered her with strange gentleness, but his eyes would not meet hers.
“Perhaps I have seen a vision, a glimpse of the world as it is. Some things are too beautiful to endure, for other men break them in pieces.”
She drew her breath deeply.