I took it in both mine as I fell on my knees, and raised it to my lips.

Its touch made me quiver.

She, too, trembled as she looked down at me with a glance which seemed to search my very soul.

The stars in her eyes, now that the firelight was no longer on them, had gone back to their own mysterious silver.

Then she drew her hand from mine very, very gently, as though it would fain linger; and she passed out behind the curtain with a gentle, sweet, dignified little bow which left me on my knees.
When I heard the glass door pulled-to gently behind her, I rose from my knees and hurried without the curtain, just in time to watch her pass down the steps.