The love-light and the mist of tears died from her eyes.

All the lovely color faded from her face.
"You have slain me; you have given me, my death-blow!" "Nay, Coralie; you are too sensible and brave." She waved her hand with a gesture commanding silence.
"Do not seek to comfort me," she said.

"You cannot.

I have humiliated myself in vain.

I have shown the depth of my heart, the very secrets of my soul, only that you may laugh at me with your fair-faced Agatha." "Hush, Coralie; you have no right to say such things; what you have just said will never pass my lips.