He needed to draw breath, he had to pronounce sentence on himself.
In the silence which lasted awhile, the beating of Helena's heart could be heard. Her face was pale, her eyes blinked quickly, as is usual with women who are frightened.
"Must they change?" whispered she, in a scarcely audible voice.
"Be my wife."
"Yosef!"
She placed her hands together, as if for prayer, and looked at him a moment with eyes wandering because of pressing thoughts and feelings.
"Be my wife. The time of which I spoke to thee before has come."
She threw her arms around his neck, and put her head on his breast.
"Thou art not trifling with me, Yosef? No, no! Then I shall be happy yet? Oh, I love thee so!"
Helena's bosom rose and fell, her face was radiant, and her lips approached his.
"Oh, I have been very sad, very lonely," continued she, "but I believed in thee. The heart trusts when it loves. Thou art mine! I only live through thee—what is life? If one laughs and is joyful, if one is sad and weeps, if one
