I remembered what Heliobas had said about twin flames and dual affinities; and I also reflected that he had declared Zara to be dominated by a more powerful force than his own.
But then, I had accepted it as a matter of course that, whatever the force was, it must be for good, not evil, over a being so pure, so lovely and so intelligent as Zara.
I knew and felt that there were good and evil forces.

Now, suppose Zara were commanded by some strange evil thing, unguessed at, undreamt of in the wildest night-mare?
I shuddered as with icy cold.

It could not be.
I resolutely refused to admit such a fearful conjecture.

Why, I thought to myself, with a faint smile, I was no better in my imaginings than the so virtuous and ever-respectable Suzanne Michot of whom Madame Denise had spoken.

Still the hateful thought came back again and again, and refused to go away.
I went to my old place at the window and looked out.