I an aristocrat." "Oh! I don't mean that you are like the men and women of the time of armours, castles, and great deeds.

Oh, no! They stood on the naked soil, had traditions to be faithful to, had their feet on this earth of passions and death which is not a hothouse.

They would have been too plebeian for you since they had to lead, to suffer with, to understand the commonest humanity.

No, you are merely of the topmost layer, disdainful and superior, the mere pure froth and bubble on the inscrutable depths which some day will toss you out of existence.

But you are you! You are you! You are the eternal love itself--only, O Divinity, it isn't your body, it is your soul that is made of foam." She listened as if in a dream.