" "Oh, there are limits to endurance!" he cried, and hastily let go her hand.

"He hates me, that's clear," she thought, and in silence, without looking round, she walked with faltering steps out of the room.

"He loves another woman, that's even clearer," she said to herself as she went into her own room.

" I want love, and there is none.

So, then, all is over.