eat
love, a man shaken by the tempest of his feeling, a man who would, who
must, fight against the living Death which, only a moment before, he had
been contemplating even with a smile.

She had come, and with her life.

He put one arm against the seamed trunk of the cypress. Mechanically,
and unaware what he was doing, he had taken off his hat. He held it in
his hand. All the change which sorrow and excess had wrought upon him
was exposed for Rosamund to see. She had last seen him plainly as he
drove away with little Robin from the Green Court of Welsley on that
morning of fate. Now at last she was to see him again as she had remade
him.

She came on slowly. Presently she turned to her Greek dragoman.

"Where's the Tekkeh? Is it much farther?"

"No, Madame."

He pointed. As he did so Rosamund saw Dion's figure standing against the
cypress. She stood still. Her face was white and drawn, but full of
an almost flaming resolution. The mysticism which at moments Dion had
detected in her expression, in her eyes, during the years passed with
her, a mysticism then almost evasive, subtly withdrawn, shone now, like
a dominating quality which scorned to hide itself, or perhaps could
not hide itself. She looked like a woman under the influence of a fixed
purpose, fascinated, drawn onward, almost in ecstasy, and yet somehow,
somewhere, tormented.

"Please go back to the foot of the hill," she said to the Greek who was
with her.

"But, Madame, I dare not leave you alone here."

"I shall not be alone."

The Greek looked surprised.

"Some one is waiting for me, up there, by that cypress--a--a friend."

"Oh--I see, Madame."

With a look of intense comprehension he turned to go.

"At the foot of the hill, please!" said Rosamund.

"Certainly, Madame."

The dragoman was smiling as he walked away. Rosamund stood still
watching him till he was out of sight. Then she turned. The figure of a
man was still standing motionless under the old cypress tree among the
graves. She set her lips together and went towards it. Now that she saw
Dion, even though he was in the distance, she felt again intensely, as
if in her flesh, the bodily wrong he had done to her. She strove not to
feel this. She told herself that, after her sin against him, she had no
right to feel it. In her heart she knew that she was the greater sinner.
She realized now exactly the meaning of what she had done. She had no
more illusions about herself, about he