said � what is the matter dear am i not nice to yon yes you re an enchantment only only what dear fear our future i fear shall lose you all has come true so far the end must happen she drew his arm about her waist and laid his face on her bare shoulder let there be no live in the present the future is too near us say you ll marry me or else shall lose you altogether it is the one influence on our side she was born he said under two great influences but each could be modified one might be the other lessened and both might finally resolve into her destiny so far as he could read her future it in him or another that other he was sure was not sir nor was it himself he thought for when she and he had met in the theatre she had experienced no dread but he had dreaded her her as his destiny he had even recognised her as before she had been pointed out to him but you had seen my photograph but it was not by your photograph that i knew you and you knew that should care for you i knew that something had to happen but you did not feel that i was your destiny ton said you experienced no dread but when you met sir did yon experience none i suppose i did i was afraid of him at first i think i hated him ah we shall not marry � it is not our fate you see that you cannot say you will marry me another fate is you who is it who me have i already met him he fell to dreaming again and asked him vainly to describe this other man why are you singing that melancholy mark motive i did not know i was singing it he returned to his dream again but starting from it he her hands he said we must marry a reason us have you not thought of it and then as if he had not noticed that she had not answered his question he said on your father s account if he should ever know what my position is i have betrayed my friend that is why the mark motive has been singing in my head you must say you will marry me we must marry at once for your father s sake i have betrayed him my best friend i have acted worse than that other man dear open the window the scent of these flowers is overpowering that is better throw some of those into the street we might give them to those poor men they might be able to sell them tell the coachman to stop the of destiny sounded clearer than ever in their ears it seemed as if they could almost catch the tune and with a movement drew her lover towards her every hour us he said can you not hear do not go to park lane � park lane your friend i see nothing hot threats and all are against ns dearest we cannot spend the night driving about london he sighed on his mistress s shoulder she threw his hair from his forehead there is no hope we shall be separated scattered to different winds why do you think that how do yon know these things in losing you i lose the principle of my life yon will lose nothing in losing me so it is written bnt yon are not listening i am you you re clinging to the present knowing that yon will soon lose it she threw herself upon him and kissed him as if she would destiny on his lips and until they reached park lane there was no future only a present for both of them i won t ask you in i am tired good bye dearest good bye i ll write remember that my time is short and there was a strange accent in his voice which she did not hear till long after she had locked herself into the present and in happy sensations of gratified sense she allowed to her she thought of the soft luxury of her bed and lay down her brain full of floating impressions of flowers music and of love chap and when called her in the morning she was dreaming of love she turned over and closing her eyes strove to continue her dream but it fled like from her memory and was soon so far distant that she not even perceive the of it and she awoke in spite of herself and sat up in bed her and then lay back upon the pillow with for the inner circle of her thought it seemed that she could think of him for hours the romance of his personality carried her on and on at one moment she dwelt on the gold glow in his dark eyes the paint like blackness of his hair and his long thin hands at another her fancy liked to his for him the past present and future were not twain but one thing and every time she saw him she was more and more interested every time she discovered something new in him � he did not exist on the surface of thing but deep in himself and she wondered if she would ever know him her thoughts paused a moment and then she remembered something he had said it had struck her at the time but now it appeared to her more than ever interesting he had said had not fallen from him � he had merely learnt that it was only part of the truth he had gone further he had raised himself to a higher it was not that he wanted less but more than could give him in religion as in art there were higher and lower states we began by 