But--Bosio--look at me!" He turned his eyes, but not his face.
"Yes ?" His voice was not above his breath.
"Yes--but can you?
Can I?
Can we live without each other ?" "Yes, we must." He spoke louder, with an effort.
She drew nearer to him, strong and soft.
"Yes?
Well--but say goodbye--not as yesterday--not as though it were good bye--one kiss, Bosio, only one kiss--one, dear--one--" And in it, her voice was silent, for it had done its tempting, and she had her will, on the selfsame spot where he had kissed Veronica.

Then he trembled from head to foot, and his heart stood still.

An instant later he was gone, and she had not tried to keep him.

She watched him as he left her and went to the door without turning.
He walked quickly when he had shut the door behind him, and his face was livid.

The depth below the depths had been too deep.