What you loved, Madam, was only what you had _lost_, was only what you saw in this country--was only what this country means! Your past life, of course, I do not know." "Sometime," she murmured, "I will tell you." "Whatever it was, Madam, you have been a brilliant woman, a power in affairs.

Yes, and an enigma, and to none more than to yourself.

You show that now.

You only loved what Elisabeth loved.

As woman, then, you were born for the first time, touched by that throb of her heart, not your own.