It was revolting to her; and in her trouble, perhaps prompted by the suggestion of his name or to soften the harshness of expression, for she was obscurely moved, she spoke to him in French.
"_Assez_! _J'ai horreur de tout cela_," she said.
He was white to his very lips, but he was trembling no more.

The dice had been cast, and not even violence could alter the throw.

She passed by him unbendingly, and he followed her down the path.

After a time she heard him saying: "And your dream is to influence a human destiny ?" "Yes!" she answered curtly, unabashed, with a woman's complete assurance.
"Then you may rest content.

You have done it." She shrugged her shoulders slightly.