“Yes,” she answered frankly, “but it was the evening of the day before yesterday--that was the only time. Secrecy--nothing, Grand mother, was more hateful to me from childhood.” “But he,” the old woman again interrupted, “he--I know it--he praised it to you as the noblest virtue.” A silent nod from Ledscha confirmed this conjecture, and she added hesitatingly: “‘Only far from the haunts of men,’ he said, ‘when the light had vanished, did we hear the nightingale trill in the dark thickets. Those are his own words, and though it angers you, Grandmother, they are true.” “Until the secrecy is over, and the sun shines upon misery,” the sorceress answered in her faltering speech, with menacing severity. “And beneath the tempter’s roof you enjoyed the lauded secret love until the cock roused you?” “No,” replied Ledscha firmly. “Did I ever tell you a lie, that you look at me so incredulously?” “Incredulously?” replied the old woman in protest. “I only trembled at the danger into which you plunged.” “There could be no greater peril,” the girl admitted. “I foresaw it clearly enough, and yet--this is the most terrible part of it--yet my feet moved as if obeying a will of their own, instead of mine, and when I crossed his threshold, resistance was silenced, for I was received like a princess. The lofty, spacious apartment was brilliantly illuminated, and the door was garlanded with flowers. “It was magnificent! Then, in a manner as respectful as if welcoming an illustrious guest, he invited me to take my place opposite to him, that he might form a goddess after my model. This was the highest flattery of all, and I willingly assumed the position he directed, but he looked at me from every side, with sparkling eyes, and asked me to let down my hair and remove the veil from the back of my head. Then--need I assure you of it?--my blood boiled with righteous indignation; but instead of being ashamed of the outrage, he raised his hand to my head and pulled the veil. Resentment and wrath suddenly flamed in my soul, and before he could detain me I had left the room. In spite of his representations and entreaties, I did not enter it again.” “Yet,” asked the sorceress in perplexity, “you once more obeyed his summons?” “Yesterday also I could not help it,” Ledscha answered softly.