Surely, she had sorrowed for him; but why had she not answered his letter? Yes, why?

“Your letter?” She smiled a little sadly. “Surely you did not expect me to answer that?”

“Why not?” He had again approached her and his lips were close to hers. “Why not? I have yearned for you. I love you.”

His breath intoxicated her; it was like a subtle perfume. Still she did not yield.

“You love me now — you did not love me then. The music of your words was cold — machine-made, strained and superficial. I shall not answer, I told myself: in his heart he has forgotten you. I did not then realise that a dangerous force had possessed your life and crushed in your mind every image but its own.”