So you desire to comfort me to the last; it seems that you even purposed to die with me.

How am I to interpret this, Otomie?
In our land a woman would need to love a man after no common fashion before she consented to share such a bed as awaits me on yonder pyramid.

And yet I may scarcely think that you whom kings have sued for can place your heart so low.

How am I to read the writing of your words, princess of the Otomie ?' 'Read it with your heart,' she whispered low, and I felt her hand tremble in my own.
I looked at her beauty, it was great; I thought of her devotion, a devotion that did not shrink from the most horrible of deaths, and a wind of feeling which was akin to love swept through my soul.

But even as I looked and thought, I remembered the English garden and the English maid from whom I had parted beneath the beech at Ditchingham, and the words that we had spoken then.