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 And again reminiscences overflowed, and they recollected some girls, white like lilies, immaculate, putting on a black monastic gown, and then wandering in solitude about the park, which was be spread with autumnal leaves; they appeared happy in their misfortune. Also they recollected proud and energetic men, who, notwithstanding their capacity for endurance, were suffering because they were thirsting for love, and for a share in some sacred woman’s sympathy.

Now, although these distorted spectres were sad, yet, in spite of their grief, brighter and purer appeared love. Great as the world, light like the sun, and as exquisitely beautiful, it fixed itself before their eyes, for nothing can be more fascinating or powerful than love!

“Could you die for one whom you love?” asked Tenaida, looking at her childlike hand.