"Ruth, you are thinking of that man," he said, with a scowl.
She nodded gently.
King trembled and his fists clenched.
"I could kill him, the great egotistical brute! How strange the madness that binds a woman to the man to whom she first surrenders! I sometimes think it is the most blind, pathetic and tragic instinct that ever shadowed the soul of a human being. It is degrading. You are a woman of character and intelligence. You must shake off this peasant's mania."
She shook her head with a yearning, mystic look.
"I believe God had a great purpose when He made a woman's heart like that. I love him. My very soul and body have become in some mysterious way one with him."
King's eyes blazed.
"Yet he flaunts his love for another woman in your face."
She flinched as from a blow, but answered tenderly.
"Yes; he is mad now. The flesh has mastered the spirit in its struggle for the moment. She holds his body"—a pause and a smile—"but his soul is mine. He may not know it now. He will some day. I know it, and I abide God's time."
"How long can you hold such a delusion, I wonder?" he asked, with angry amazement.
"Forever." she softly whispered.
