lake and swaying tree, while the two who had dared all things for the
sake of this one day, looked into each other's eyes now with a sudden
realization of the end.
They had not allowed themselves once to think of the hour of separation.
And now it was upon them! And they were not ready to part.
"How do people say good-by forever, Paul?--people who love as we love?
How do they say it, dear? Tell me!"
"But it is not forever, Opal. Don't you know that you will always be
part of my life--my soul-life, which is the only true one--its
sanctifying inspiration? You must not forget that--never, never!"
"No, I won't forget it, my King!" She delighted in giving him his title
now. "That satisfaction I will hold to as long as I live!"
"But, Opal, am I never to see you?--never? Surely we may meet
sometimes--rarely, of course, at long intervals, when life grows gray
and gloomy, and I am starving for one ray of the sunshine of your
smile?"
"It would be dangerous, Paul, for both of us!"
"But the world is only a little place after all, beloved. We shall be
thrown together again by Fate--as we have been this time."
Then she smiled at him archly. "Ah, Paul, I know you so well! Your eyes
are saying that you will often manage to see me 'by chance'--but you
must not, dear, you must not"
"Girl, I can never forget one word you have uttered, one caress you have
given--one tone of your voice--one smile of your lips--one glance of
your eye--never, never in God's world!"
"Hold me closer, Paul, and teach me to be brave!"
They clung together in an agony too poignant for words, too mighty for
tears! And of the unutterable madness and anguish of those last bitter
kisses of farewell, no mortal pen can write!
But theirs had been from the beginning a mad love--a mad, hopeless,
fatal love--and it could bring neither of them happiness nor
peace--nothing but the bitterness of eternal regret!
And thus the day--their one day of life--came to an end!
* * * * *
That evening, from the hotel at Lucerne, two telegrams flashed over the
wires. One was addressed to the Count de Roannes, Paris, and read as
follows:
"_Shall reach Paris Monday afternoon.--Opal._"
The other was addressed to Sir Paul Verdayne, at Venice, and was not
signed at all, saying simply,
"_A son awaits his father in Lucerne_."
CHAPTER XXVIII
That night a sudden storm swept across Lucerne.
The thunder crashed li
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