"Were we"--she was almost whispering in the night--"were we truly one?"
"Why do you--truly one, you say?"
"Yes--one in soul? That is the great union, greater than the union of our bodies. Were we one in soul? Are we now?"
"Domini, why do you ask me such questions? Do you doubt my love?"
"No. But I do ask you. Won"t you answer me?"
He was silent. His hand lay in hers, but did not press it.
"Boris"--she spoke the cruel words very quietly,--"we are not truly one in soul. We have never been. I know that."
He said nothing.
"Shall we ever be? Think--if one of us were to die, and the other--the one who was left--were left with the knowledge that in our love, even ours, there had always been separation--could you bear that? Could I bear it?"
"Domini--"
"Yes."
"Why do you speak like this? We are one. You have all my love. You are everything to me."
"And yet you are sad, and you try to hide your sadness, your misery, from me. Can you not give it me? I want it--more than I want anything on earth. I want it, I must have it, and I dare to ask for it because I know how deeply you love me and that you could never love another."
"I never have loved another," he said.
"I was the very first."
"The very first. When we married, although I was a man I was as you were."
She bent down her head and laid her lips on his hand that was in hers.
"Then make our union perfect, as no other union on earth has ever been.
Give me your sorrow, Boris. I know what it is."
"How can--you cannot know," he said in a broken voice.
"Yes. Love is a diviner, the only true diviner. I told you once what it was, but I want you to tell me. Nothing that we take is beautiful to us, only what we are given."
"I cannot," he said.
He tried to take his hand from hers, but she held it fast. And she felt as if she were holding the wall of fire with which he surrounded the secret places of his soul.
"To-day, Boris, when I talked to Count Anteoni, I felt that I had been a coward with you. I had seen you suffer and I had not dared to draw near to your suffering. I have been afraid of you. Think of that."
"No."
"Yes, I have been afraid of you, of your reserve. When you withdrew from me I never followed you. If I had, perhaps I could have done something for you."
"Domini, do not speak like this. Our love is happy. Leave it as it is."
"I can"t. I will not. Boris, Count Anteoni has found a home. But you are wandering. I can"t bear that, I can"t bear it. It is as if I were sitting in the house, warm, safe, and you were out in the storm. It tortures me. It almost makes me hate my own safety."
Androvsky shivered. He took his hand forcibly from Domini"s.
"I have almost hated it, too," he said pa.s.sionately. "I have hated it.
I"m a--I"m--"
His voice failed. He bent forward and took Domini"s face between his hands.
"And yet there are times when I can bless what I have hated. I do bless it now. I--I love your safety. You--at least you are safe."
"You must share it. I will make you share it."
"You cannot."
"I can. I shall. I feel that we shall be together in soul, and perhaps to-night, perhaps even to-night."
Androvsky looked profoundly agitated. His hands dropped down.
"I must go," he said. "I must go to the priest."
He got up from the sand.
"Come to the tent, Domini."
She rose to her feet.
"When you come back," she said, "I shall be waiting for you, Boris."
He looked at her. There was in his eyes a piercing wistfulness. He opened his lips. At that moment Domini felt that he was on the point of telling her all that she longed to know. But the look faded. The lips closed. He took her in his arms and kissed her almost desperately.
"No, no," he said. "I"ll keep your love--I"ll keep it."
"You could never lose it."
"I might."
"Never."
"If I believed that."
"Boris!"
Suddenly burning tears rushed from her eyes.
"Don"t ever say a thing like that to me again!" she said with pa.s.sion.