Come, dear, let us end this now.

Come--" But she had thrown herself before him and placed her hand upon his lips.
"Hush! are you mad?
Listen to me, I tell you--please--oh, do--no you must not!" He had covered her hand with kisses and was drawing her face towards his own.

"No--not again, it was wrong then, it is monstrous now.
I implore you, listen, if you love me, stop." He released her.

She sank into a chair by the kitchen-table, and buried her flushed face in her hands.
He stood for a moment motionless before her.

"Lulu, if that is your name," he said slowly, but gently, "tell me all now.