With her soul, you declare you had nothing in common--that was herself--and she is alive to us who love her as she sought to be loved.

Heliobas is innocent of having slain her body; he but helped to cultivate and foster that beautiful Spirit which he knew to be HER--for that he is to be honored and commended.

Promise me, therefore, Prince Ivan, that you will never approach him again except in friendship--indeed, you owe him an apology for your unjust accusation, as also your gratitude for his sparing your life in the recent struggle." The Prince kept his eyes steadily fixed upon me all the time I was speaking, and as I finished, he sighed and moved restlessly.
"Your words are compelling, mademoiselle," he said; "and you have a strange attraction for me.

I know I am not wrong in thinking that you are a disciple of Heliobas, whose science I admit, though I doubt his theories.

I promise you willingly what you ask--nay, I will even offer him my hand if he will accept it." Overjoyed at my success, I answered: "He is in the chapel, but I will fetch him here." Over the Prince's face a shadow of doubt, mingled with dread, passed swiftly, and he seemed to be forming a resolve in his own mind which was more or less distasteful to him.