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wife so fast as to prevent her from catching him.'

      'How biblical you are.'

      'Yes,' answered Matteo; 'I'm making love to a parson's mistress, and I am cultivating the style which I find she is used to.... But, however, Giorgio, being youthful, after a short while began to have prickings of conscience, and went away from Forli. Giulia was heart-broken, and her grief was so great that she must have half the town to console her. Then Giorgio's conscience calmed down, and he came back, and Giulia threw over all her lovers.'

      'I don't believe a single word you say.'

      'On my honour, it's true.'

      'On the face of it, the story is false. If she really loves him, why do they not keep together now that there is no hindrance?'

      'Because Giulia has the heart of a strumpet and can't be faithful to any one man. She's very fond of him, but they quarrel, and she takes a sudden fancy for somebody else, and for a while they won't see one another. But there seems some magical charm between them, for sooner or later they always come back to one another. I believe, if they were at the ends of the world, eventually they would be drawn together, even if they struggled with all their might against it. And, I promise you, Giorgio has struggled; he tries to part with her for good and all, and each time they separate he vows it shall be for ever. But there is an invisible chain and it always brings him back.'

      I stood looking at him in silence. Strange, horrible thoughts passed through my head and I could not drive them away. I tried to speak quite calmly.

      'And how is it when they are together?'

      'All sunshine and storm, but as time goes on the storm gets longer and blacker; and then Giorgio goes away.'

      'But, good God! man, how do you know?' I cried in agony.

      He shrugged his shoulders.

      'They quarrel?' I asked.

      'Furiously! He feels himself imprisoned against his will, with the door open to escape, but not the strength to do it; and she is angry that he should love her thus, trying not to love her. It rather seems to me that it explains her own excesses; her other loves are partly to show him how much she is loved, and to persuade herself that she is lovable.'

      I did not believe it. Oh, no, I swear I did not believe it, yet I was frightened, horribly frightened; but I would not believe a single word of it.

      'Listen, Matteo,' I said. 'You believe badly of Giulia; but you do not know her. I swear to you that she is good and pure, whatever she may have been in the past; and I do not believe a word of these scandals. I am sure that now she is as true and faithful as she is beautiful.'

      Matteo looked at me for a moment.

      'Are you her lover?' he asked.

      'Yes!'

      Matteo opened his mouth as if about to speak, then stopped, and after a moment's hesitation turned away.

      That evening I went to Giulia. I found her lying full length on a divan, her head sunken in soft cushions. She was immersed in reverie. I wondered whether she was thinking of me, and I went up to her silently, and, bending over her, lightly kissed her lips. She gave a cry, and a frown darkened her eyes.

      'You frightened me!'

      'I am sorry,' I answered humbly. 'I wanted to surprise you.'

      She did not answer, but raised her eyebrows, slightly shrugging her shoulders. I wondered whether something had arisen to vex her. I knew she had a quick temper, but I did not mind it; a cross word was so soon followed by a look of repentance and a word of love. I passed my hand over her beautiful soft hair. The frown came again, and she turned her head away.

      'Giulia,' I said, 'what is it?' I took her hand; she withdrew it immediately.

      'Nothing,' she answered.

      'Why do you turn away from me and withdraw your hand?'

      'Why should I not turn away from you and withdraw my hand?'

      'Don't you love me, Giulia?'

      She gave a sigh, and pretended to look bored. I looked at her, pained at heart and wondering.

      'Giulia, my dear, tell me what it is. You are making me very unhappy.'

      'Oh, don't I tell you, nothing, nothing, nothing!'

      'Why are you cross?'

      I put my face to her's, and my arms round her neck. She disengaged herself impatiently.

      'You refuse my kisses, Giulia!'

      She made another gesture of annoyance.

      'Giulia, don't you love me?' My heart was beginning to sink, and I remembered what I had heard from Matteo. Oh, God! could it be true?...

      'Yes, of course I love you, but sometimes I must be left in peace.'

      'You have only to say the word, and I will go away altogether.'

      'I don't want you to do that, but we shall like one another much better if we don't see too much of one another.'

      'When one is in love, really and truly, one does not think of such wise precautions.'

      'And you are here so often that I am afraid of my good name.'

      'You need have no fear about your character,' I answered bitterly. 'One more scandal will not make much difference.'

      'You need not insult me!'

      I could not be angry with her, I loved her too much, and the words I had said hurt me ten times more than they hurt her. I fell on my knees by her side and took hold of her arms.

      'Oh, Giulia, Giulia, forgive me! I don't mean to say anything to wound you. But, for God's sake! don't be so cold. I love you, I love you. Be good to me.'

      'I think I have been good to you.... After all, it is not such a very grave matter. I have not taken things more seriously than you.'

      'What do you mean?' I cried, aghast.

      She shrugged her shoulders.

      'I suppose you found me a pretty woman, and thought you could occupy a few spare moments with a pleasant amour. You can hardly have expected me to be influenced by sentiments very different from your own.'

      'You mean you do not love me?'

      'I love you as much as you love me. I don't suppose either you are Lancelot, or I Guinevere.'

      I still knelt at her side in silence, and my head felt as if the vessels in it were bursting....

      'You know,' she went on quite calmly, 'one cannot love for ever.'

      'But I love you, Giulia; I love you with all my heart and soul! I have had loves picked up for the opportunity's sake, or for pure idleness; but my love for you is different. I swear to you it is a matter of my whole life.'

      'That has been said to me so often....'

      I was beginning to be overwhelmed.

      'But do you mean that it is all finished? Do you mean that you won't have anything more to do with me!'

      'I don't say I won't have anything more to do with you.'

      'But love? It is love I want.'

      She shrugged her shoulders.

      'But why not?' I said despairingly. 'Why have you given it me at all if you want to take it away?'

      'One is not master of one's love. It comes and goes.'

      'Don't you love me at all?'

      'No!'

      'Oh, God! But why do you tell me this to-day?'

      'I had to tell you some time.'

      'But why not yesterday, or the day before? Why to-day particularly?'

      She did not answer.

      'Is it because