She only knew that they were all acting an inevitable part, written for them in the great libretto of life.

She never noticed that Steinmetz had left her side, that she was walking across the lawn alone.
Paul came to meet her, and took her hand in silence.

There was so much to say that words seemed suddenly valueless; there was so little to say that they were unnecessary.
For that which these two had to tell each other cannot be told in minutes, nor yet in years; it cannot even be told in a lifetime, for it is endless, and it runs through eternity.
THE END.