"Well, I am punished--and so all that is left for us to do is to say good-bye, my dear, and let us each go our ways.

You, at least, are not suffering as I am--because you do not care." A little sob came in Sabine's throat, and she could not reply.

She could only take in the splendor of his figure and his grace as he leaned there with dark bent head.

And so, in a silence that seemed to throb and thrill, they stood near together for a few moments with hearts at breaking point.
Then he controlled himself; he must go at once or he could no longer answer for what he might do.

She looked so sweet and sorrowful standing close to his side, her violet eyes lowered so that their long lashes made a shadow upon her dimpled cheek.
Intense magnetic attraction drew them nearer and nearer.
"Sabine!" he cried at last, hoarsely, as though the words were torn from his tortured heart.