ng with a violent movement
and advancing a step towards her. 'Then I am going to show you that
human passion is not always stifled by the smell of money. I am going
to end the business--my business. I am going to tell you what I dare
say scores of better men have wanted to tell you, but couldn't summon up
what I have summoned up--the infernal cheek to do it. They were afraid
of making fools of themselves. I am not. You have accustomed me to the
feeling this afternoon.' He laughed aloud in his rush of words, and
spread out his hands. 'Look at me! It is the sight of the century! It
is one who says he loves you, and would ask you to give up very great
wealth to stand at his side.'

She was hiding her face in her hands. He heard her say brokenly,
'Please... don't speak in that way.'

He answered: 'It will make a great difference to me if you will allow me
to say all I have to say before I leave you. Perhaps it is in bad
taste, but I will risk that; I want to relieve my soul; it needs open
confession. This is the truth. You have troubled me ever since the first
time I saw you--and you did not know it--as you sat under the edge of
the cliff at Marlstone, and held out your arms to the sea. It was only
your beauty that filled my mind then. As I passed by you it seemed as if
all the life in the place were crying out a song about you in the wind
and the sunshine. And the song stayed in my ears; but even your beauty
would be no more than an empty memory to me by now if that had been all.
It was when I led you from the hotel there to your house, with your
hand on my arm, that--what was it that happened? I only knew that your
stronger magic had struck home, and that I never should forget that day,
whatever the love of my life should be. Till that day I had admired as
I should admire the loveliness of a still lake; but that day I felt
the spell of the divinity of the lake. And next morning the waters
were troubled, and she rose--the morning when I came to you with my
questions, tired out with doubts that were as bitter as pain, and when I
saw you without your pale, sweet mask of composure--when I saw you moved
and glowing, with your eyes and your hands alive, and when you made me
understand that for such a creature as you there had been emptiness and
the mere waste of yourself for so long. Madness rose in me then, and
my spirit was clamouring to say what I say at last now: that life would
never seem a full thing again because you co