These things are not in our own power, Salve." He stood for a moment still, and gazed at her in speechless amazement, while the flash of his dark keen eyes showed that a devil had been roused within him, which he had the utmost difficulty in restraining.
"I will suppose that you have said this in a moment of excitement," he said, with terrible calmness; "I shall not be angry with you--I shall forget it; I promise you that.

And I think that you have not been quite yourself to-day--ill--" "Don't deceive yourself, Salve.

I mean every word--as surely as I love you." "Farewell, Elizabeth; I shall be here again on Wednesday," he said, as if he only held to his purpose, and did not care to hear any more of this.

He left her then, and shut the door quietly behind him.
When he had gone, Elizabeth sank rather than sat down upon the bench.
She was frightened at what she had said.

A profound dread took possession of her.