She spoke to me during the drive and only once and again smiled up at him; but her soul, shining through the thin covering of her body, laughed to me, crying: "I am happy because I have my desire.

Of yesterday I remember nothing, of to-morrow I can know nothing, but to-day is mine!" He was very quiet.

When he looked at her his eyes took complete possession of her.

I did not, that morning, count at all to either of them, but I too felt a kind of pride as though I were sharing in some triumphal procession.

She chattered on, and then at last was silent.