Let me be mad, and be mad yourself also, sweetheart.

If both of us are mad, what hurt ?" "What, I--I go--I leave the town--I leave the Court?
And you ?--You're here to seek your fortune!" "Mayn't I dream that I've found it ?" And again I caught her hand.
After a moment she drew nearer to me; I felt her fingers press mine in tenderness.
"Poor Simon!" said she with a little laugh.

"Indeed he remembers Cydaria well.

But Cydaria, such as she was, even Cydaria is gone.

And now I am not she." Then she laughed again, crying, "What folly!" "A moment ago you didn't call it folly." "Then I was doubly a fool," she answered with the first touch of bitterness.