His heart flinched as he heard her; and he drew her closer again to
himself.
"It is all over! it is all over," she cried. "Ah! do not look like that! I could not tell you if it was not."'
As their lips met again there came the vibration of an electric bell from the next room, and Oliver, knowing what it meant, felt even in that instant a tremor shake his heart. He loosed her hands, and still smiled at her.
"The bell!" she said, with a flash of apprehension.
"But it is all well between us again?"
Her face steadied itself into loyalty and confidence.
"It is all well," she said; and again the impatient bell tingled. "Go, Oliver; I will wait here."
A minute later he was back again, with a strange look on his white face, and his lips compressed. He came straight up to her, taking her once more by the hands, and looking steadily into her steady eyes. In the hearts of both of them resolve and faith were holding down the emotion that was not yet dead. He drew a long breath.
"Yes," he said in an even voice, "it is over."
Her lips moved; and that deadly paleness lay on her cheeks. He gripped her firmly.
"Listen," he said. "You must face it. It is over. Rome is gone. Now we must build something better."
She threw herself sobbing into his arms.
