She undressed. When she was ready for bed she hesitated a moment. Then
she put a white shawl round her shoulders and stole quickly out of the
room. She came upon the terrace. The stars were waning. The gray of the
dawn was in the sky towards the east. Maurice, stretched upon the rugs,
with his face turned towards the terrace wall, was lying still. She went
to him, bent down, and kissed him.
"I love you," she whispered--"oh, so much!"
She did not wait, but went away at once. When she was gone he put up his
hand to his face. On his cheek there was a tear.
"God forgive me!" he said to himself. "God forgive me!"
His body was shaken by a sob.