she made him no answer, and he said again:
"What can it concern the Princess whether I live or die?"
Still the blush burnt on her cheek, and still she had no answer to give to Stephen, as he lay dying with his head on her lap. And a bright gleam came into his eyes, and he tried to move a hand towards her hand; and she, seeing the effort, put out her hand and held his; and he whispered very low, for he could hardly speak:
"You have not yet refused me three times, madame."
At that her eyes came back to his, and their eyes dwelt long on one another. And for a moment it seemed to them that all things became possible, life and joy and love. Yet since all could not be, they were content that none should be.
Then the Princess bent low over his head, and she whispered to him:
"No, I have not refused you thrice, Stephen."
His lips just moved once again, and, being very near him, she heard:
"And you will not?" he said.
"No," said she, and she kissed his lips, and he smiled and turned on his side; and
