DAPHNE
always hit my head against some impassable wall. I thought I had won my battles and was safe, and then you came."
The life had gone out of his voice, the light from his face. Looking at him Daphne saw above his temples a touch of gray in the golden brown of his hair.
"And then?" she asked softly.
"Then my hard-won control vanished, and I felt that I could stake my hopes of heaven and my fears of hell to win you."
"A Greek god, with thoughts of hell?" murmured Daphne.
"Hell," he answered, "is a feeling, not a place, as has often been observed. I happen to be in it now, but it does not matter. Yes, I am going away, Daphne, Daphne. You say that there are claims upon you that you cannot thrust aside. I shall go, but in some life, some time, I shall find you again."
Daphne looked at him with soft triumph in
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