Ziska, The Problem of a Wicked Soul - Page 22/76

He sprang up with a fierce gesture, then after a minute's pause sat down again, and again stared at the floor.

The gay music from the ball-room danced towards him on the air in sweet, broken echoes,--he heard nothing and saw nothing.

"My God!" he said at last, under his breath. "Can it be possible that I love this woman?"