Beyond the Rocks

After all, the sin was in making her love him, not in just holding her

and kissing her lips. And at least, at least, they would have that

exquisite memory of moments of unutterable bliss to keep for the rest of

their lives.

His windows were wide open, and he leaned upon the balcony and gazed out

at the moon. What good had all his life been? What benefit had he

brought to any one? Then he seemed to see a clear vision of Theodora's

short existence. Every picture she had unconsciously shown him was of

some gentle thought of unselfishness for others.

And now he had laid a burden upon her shoulders, when he would not hurt

a hair of her head--that dear, exquisite head which had lain upon his

breast only two hours ago, and could never lie there again. He knew this

was the end.

Then anguish and remorse seized him, and he buried his face on his

crossed arms.

And Theodora staggered up to her room like one half dead. Mercifully

Josiah Brown, had gone to bed, leaving a message with Henriette,

Theodora's maid, that on no account was she to make any noise or disturb

him.

Henriette adored her mistress--as who did not who served her?--and she

felt distressed to see madame so pale. Doubtless madame had had a most

tiring day. Madame had, and was thankful when at last she was left alone

with her thoughts. Then she, too, opened wide the windows and gazed at

the moon.

She had no cause for remorse for evil conduct like Hector. She had made

no plans for the entrapping of any soul, and yet she felt forlorn and

wicked. Oh yes, she was awake now and knew where she had been drifting.

And so love had come at last, and indeed, indeed it meant life. This

blast had struck her, and she had been blind in not recognizing it at

once.

But oh, how sweet it was!--love--and it seemed as if it could make

everything good and fair. If he and she who loved each other could have

belonged to each other, surely they might have shed joy and gladness

and kindness on all around.

Then she lay on her bed and did not try to reason any more; she only

knew she loved Hector Bracondale with all her heart and being, and that

she was married to Josiah Brown.

And what would the days be when she never saw him? And he, too, he would

be sad--and then there was poor Josiah--who was so generous to her. He

could not help being vulgar and unsympathetic, and her duty was to make

him happy. Well, she could do that, she would try her very best to do

that.