The silence frightened Pilar.

She raised her head, and said in a weak, changed voice: "It is all over, is it not?
Tell me that it was only a bad dream--tell me that you will not frighten me like that again." "Pilar," he returned miserably, "I wish you would listen to me quietly.
You are generally so reasonable." "No, no," she cried; "I am not reasonable--I will not be reasonable.

I love you out of all reason.

I shall repeat it a thousand times, till you give up talking to me of reason." "And yet it is impossible for me to stay in this house." She straightened herself up, looked at him for a moment, and then said with unnatural calmness, as she wiped the tears from her eyes: "Very well; but if you go I shall go with you." "What! you would leave your home, your friends, your beloved Paris--give up all you have been accustomed to, and follow me to Germany ?" "To Germany--to the Inferno--wherever you like." "You do not mean it seriously." "I do mean it, very seriously.

I cannot live without you." "But you have duties, you have your children--" "I have no children, I have only you.