You are a heretic, but I know that pictures and symbols are not as offensive to you as to certain vulgar free-thinkers." Going up to the bed, she clung still more fondly to Wilhelm, and murmured in coy and halting tones--"Perhaps you have not noticed that everything in this room, except the altar and the priedieu, is new; I had this fresh little nest arranged for us while we were in St.Valery.
I hope our rest may be sweet and our dreams happy ones." He sought nervously for some appropriate answer, but she gave him no time, and opening a door in the wall beside the fireplace, she went on--"And this is your room.

Tell me, have I guessed your taste ?" Without even glancing into the cozy, one-windowed room, he said, taking Pilar's hand in his: "Why torture me, Pilar ?--you know it cannot be." "Wilhelm!" her voice was firm, and she looked him full in the eyes, "do you love me ?" "You know it." "Do we belong to each other ?" "Yes--and no." "That is not a straightforward answer.

We do belong to one another.

You know perfectly well that if I were free you would marry me, and then you certainly would have no scruples in coming into this house as its master.

Where is the difference ?" "You know where the difference lies." "It is enough to drive one crazy! Is a paltry prejudice to triumph over our right to be happy?
We are both of age.