"Varsieff," I said at last.
His hand came out.
"You were pure in all you undertook."
Silence.
"You wanted nothing for yourself."
"I wanted nothing for me—nothing but——"
"But what?"
"Paula Man——"
"She's a part of you—now. You look like her!"
"I think I'll have to die to see her—Oh, Lange—I'm sick—I'm impoverished, cell by cell, with loneliness——" Varsieff laughed unsteadily and added: