"I have told you," she said, "again and again that it is impossible. You waste your life in the pursuit of a phantom; for a phantom I must be to you always--a mere dream, not a woman such as your love would satisfy. You are a strong man, in sound health and spirits; you care for the world and the things that are in it. I do not. You would make me happy, you say. No doubt you would do your best--your wealth and influence, your good looks, your hospitable and friendly nature would make most women happy. But what should _I_ care for your family diamonds? for your surroundings? for your ambitions? The society of the world fills me with disgust and prejudice. Marriage, as the world considers it, shocks and outrages my self-respect; the idea of a bodily union without that of souls is to me repulsive and loathsome. Why, therefore, waste your time in seeking a love which does not exist, which never will exist for you?" I heard the deep, passionate tones of Prince Ivan in answer: "One light kindles another, Zara! The sunlight melts the snow! I cannot believe but that a long and faithful love may--nay, MUST--have its reward at last. Even according to your brother's theories, the emotion of love is capable of powerful attraction. Cannot I hope that my passion--so strong, so great, so true, Zara!--will, with patience, draw you, star of my life, closer and closer, till I at last call you mine?" I heard the faint rustle of Zara's silk robe, as though she were moving farther from him. "You speak ignorantly, Prince. Your studies with Casimir appear to have brought you little knowledge. Attraction! How can you attract what is not in your sphere? As well ask for the Moons of Jupiter or the Ring of Saturn! The laws of attraction and repulsion, Prince Ivan, are fixed by a higher authority than yours, and you are as powerless to alter or abate them by one iota, as a child is powerless to repel the advancing waves of the sea." Prince Ivan spoke again, and his voice quivered, with suppressed anger.