With her thou hast naught in common; thy way lies elsewhere.

Follow the path allotted to thee, and presume no more upon an angel's patience.' Then this Strange majestic-looking creature, whose face, as I remember it, was extraordinarily beautiful, and whose eyes were like self-luminous stars, vanished.

But, after all, what of it?
The whole thing was a dream." "I am not so sure of that," I said quietly, "But, Prince Ivan, now that you are calmer and more capable of resignation, will you tell me why you loved Zara ?" "Why!" he broke out impetuously.

"Why, because it was impossible to help loving her." "That is no answer," I replied.

"Think! You can reason well if you like--I have heard you hold your own in an argument.