What you have said to-day does not count.

Tomorrow, to-morrow; and remember that I adore you." And she, shuddering at the tones of his voice, not daring to say no, and to bid him an eternal farewell, let him depart, confident, hopeful, despite the silence to which she obstinately, desperately clung.

Then, when Andras was gone, at the end of her strength, she threw herself, like a mad woman, down upon the divan.

Once alone, she gave way utterly, sobbing passionately, and then, suddenly ceasing, with wild eyes fixed upon vacancy, to mutter with dry, feverish lips: "Yet--it is life he brings to me--happiness he offers me.

Have I no right to be happy--I?
My God! To be the wife of such a man! To love him--to devote myself to him-to make his existence one succession of happy days! To be his slave, his thing! Shall I marry him?
Or--shall I kill myself?
Kill myself!" with a horrible, agonizing laugh.