"I was at the masquerade tonight.

I waltzed--and afterwards went into the maze--in the dark--with a stranger--who made love to me.

I never--meant you--to know." Silence succeeded her words, and, as she waited for him to rise and spurn her, she wondered how she had ever brought herself to utter them.
But she would not have recalled them even then.

He moved at last, but not as she had anticipated.

He gathered the tumbled hair back from her face, and, bending over her, he spoke.