What would I not have done for you ?" The Chevalier stooped over her and took her hand.

The hand remained inert in his.
"Maria!" "Would that I were poor! Would that I were powerless! But I am rich--so rich.

I could have done so much.

I am alone--so much alone.

What would I not have done for you ?" "Maria!" His voice choked upon the word, his lips touched her hair, and she shivered from head to foot.