Said we not that you had your way and I mine?
Who shall tell us which is the sweeter music when both unite in so grand a harmony?
Only doubt not, for doubting is as the drop that falls from the eaves upon the marble corner-stone, and, by ever falling, wears furrows in the stone that the whole ocean could not soften." "I will not doubt any more," said Nehushta suddenly, "only--can you not love me a little sometimes in the way I do you?
It is so sweet,--my way of loving." "Indeed I will try, for it is very sweet," answered Zoroaster, and, bending down, he kissed her lips.

Far off from the tower the melancholy cry of an owl echoed sadly across the gardens, and a cool damp breeze sprang up suddenly, from the east.

Nehushta shuddered slightly, and drew her cloak about her.
"Let us walk upon the terrace," she said, "it is cold to-night--is not this the last night here ?" "Yes; to-morrow we must go hence upon our journey.

This is the last night." Nehushta drew closer to her lover as they paced the terrace together, and each wound one arm about the other.

For some minutes they walked in silence, each perhaps recalling the many meetings upon that very terrace since the first time their lips met in love under the ivory moonlight of the month Tammuz, more than a year ago.