"You have never spoken to me of--love before.

Is it with all your heart ?" His brow contracted in a frown, he set his teeth hard.

If he were to lie, 'twere better that he lied thoroughly and well; better that his sacrifice should be complete and effectual.

Scarcely knowing what he said, what he did, with the fumes of the champagne confusing his brain, the misery of his lost love racking his heart, he said, hoarsely: "I did not know--till to-night.

You can trust me.