They had reached the end of the garden, and now turned to come back again.
Suddenly he said, his eyes holding hers: "The horse is yours--and mine." She stood still; but he could see her bosom heaving hard.

She threw up her head with a sound half sob, half laugh....
"You are mad!" she said a moment afterwards, as she lifted her head from his breast.
He laughed softly, catching her cheek to his.

"Why be sane?
It was to be." "The gipsy and the gentleman ?" "Gipsies all!" "And the end of it ?" "Do you not love me, Andree ?" She caught her hands over her eyes.
"I do not know what it is--only that it is madness! I see, oh, I see a hundred things." Her hot eyes were on space.

"What do you see ?" he urged.

She gave a sudden cry: "I see you at my feet--dead." "Better than you at mine, Andree." "Let us go," she said hurriedly.
"Wait," he whispered.
They talked for a little time.