“A l’aide, mon prince! On me fait tort!” she murmured, recollecting the words that she had slept repeating. And she stretched her hands out toward Dylar’s dwelling-place.
“They think that she alone has power to charm you!” she went on. “Blind that they are! And are you also blind? They see me preside with dignity, and they think that I am nothing but stately. Cannot you understand that I am as full of laughter as a brook? I have come up here alone many a time and talked with the birds, the plants, and the wind. I came to give vent to the life that was bubbling in me. If I had but shown it! If I had but shown it! The greatest force I ever put upon myself was to be cool and calm with you. It was honor made me. I thought you were resolved to lead the angelic life, and I would not by a smile,
