Once more he turned the key in the lock, and looked on Silencieux once more.
The moonlight fell over her face like a veil of silver, and on her eyelashes was a glitter of tears.
Her face was alive again, alive too with a softness of womanhood he had never seen before.
"Forgive me, Antony," she said.

"I loved you all the time." What else need Silencieux say! "But it was so strange," said Antony after a while, "so strange.

I could have borne the pain, if only I could have understood." "Shall I tell you the reason, Antony ?" "Yes." "It was because I saw in your eyes a thought of Beatrice.

For a moment your thoughts had forsaken me and gone to pity Beatrice.

I saw it in your eyes." "Poor Beatrice!" said Antony.