"And shall I tell you the whole truth, since you desire frankness? Just as, during that first year of our acquaintance, I spent night after night without sleep, thinking of you and building up my own love, until it grew to fill all my heart, so in St. Petersburg and while we were abroad I spent fearful nights in striving to break down and destroy this love which was my torment. I could not destroy it, but I did at least destroy the element which had tormented me; I became tranquil, and yet I continued to love you,--but it was with another love." "And you call _that_ love, when it was nothing but a punishment!" I replied. "Why did you let me live in the world, if it appeared to you so pernicious that because of it you would cease to love me?" "It was not the world, my dear, that was the guilty one." "Why did you not use your power? Why did you not strangle me? Murder me? That would have been better for me to-day than to have lost all that made my happiness,--it would have been better for me, and at least there would not have been the shame!" I began to sob again, and I covered my face. Just at that moment Macha and Sonia, wet and merry, ran up on the terrace, laughing and talking; but at the sight of us their voices were hushed, and they hurried into the house. We remained where we were, for a long time, silent; after they were gone, I sobbed on until my tears were exhausted and I felt somewhat calmer. I looked at him. He was sitting with his head resting on his hand, and appeared to wish to say something to me in response to my glance, but he only gave a heavy sigh and put his head down again. I went to him and drew his hand away. He turned then, and looked at me thoughtfully. "Yes," he said, as if pursuing his own thoughts, "for all of us, and particularly for you women, it is necessary that we should ourselves lift to our own lips the cup of the vanities of life, before we can taste life itself; no one believes the experience of others. You had not, at that time, dipped very deep into the science of those entrancing and seducing vanities. Therefore I allowed you to plunge for a moment; I had no right to forbid it, simply because my own hour for it was long since over." "Why did you let me live among these vanities, if you loved me?" "Because you would not--nay, more, you could not--have believed me about them; it was necessary for you to learn for yourself; and you have learned." "You reasoned a great deal," said I. "That was because you loved me so little." We were silent again. "What you have just said to me is hard, but it is the truth," he resumed, after a while, rising abruptly, and beginning to walk about the terrace; "yes, it is the truth! I have been to blame," he went on, stopping before me.... "Either I ought not to have let myself love you at all, or I ought to have loved you more simply--yes!" "Sergius, let us forget everything," said I, timidly.