my hair."

"To-day I shall forget everything. Let me look at you again ... right
into your eyes."

"To-day you believe I'm real, don't you? Are you satisfied?"

"And you, Louise, you?--Say you're happy, too!"

They came upon the FRIEDRICH AUGUST TURM, a stone tower, standing on
the highest point of the hill, beside a large quarry; and, too idly
happy to refuse, climbed the stone steps, led by a persuasive old
pensioner, who, on the platform at the top, adjusted the telescope, and
pointed out the distant landmarks, with something of an owner's pride.
On this morning, Maurice would not have been greatly surprised to hear
that the streaky headline of the Dover coast was visible: he had eyes
for her alone, as, with assumed interest, she followed the old man's
hand, learned where Leipzig lay, and how, on a clear day, its many
spires could be distinguished.

"Over there, Maurice ... a little more to the right. How far away we
seem!"

Leaning against the parapet, he continued to look at her. The few
ordinary words meant in reality something quite different. It was as if
she had said to him: "Yes, yes, be at rest--I am still yours;" and he
told himself, with a feverish pleasure, that, from now on, everything
she said in the presence of others would be a cloak for what she really
meant to say. He had been right, there was a new tone in her voice this
morning, an imperceptible vibration, a sensuous undertone, which seemed
to have been left over from those moments when it had quivered like a
roughly touched string beneath a bow. Going down the steps behind her,
he heard her dress swish from step to step, and saw the fine grace of
her strong, supple body. At a bend in the stair, he held her back and
kissed her neck, just where the hair stopped growing. On the
ground-floor, she paused to pick out a trifle from a table set with
mementoes. The old man praised his wares with zeal, taking up this and
that in his old, reddened hands, on which the skin was drawn and
glazed, like a coating of gelatine. Louise chose a carved wooden pen; a
tiny round of glass was set in the handle, through which might be seen
a view of the tower, with an encircling motto.

After this, he had her to himself, for the rest of the day. They sat on
a seat that was screened by trees, and thickly grown about. His arm lay
along the back of the bench, and every now and then his hand sought and
pressed the warm, soft round of her shoulder. In this attitude, he