I shall have to look at her. I can't! I can't! "What an idea, Julia!" "Laurie, don't punish me! It's killing me to be shut out of your life." His head was bent over his unlit cigar, as he rolled it endlessly in his fingers. A tear splashed on his hand--his own tear. He wondered at it. He was helpless. "Laurie, my darling! I love you, whether you love me or not!" She was pressing his head against her. His lost head. It lolled. It was hers. Everything was hers. She had taken him, and was exposing his love for her. This would be the hardest thing to forget. Could he ever forget? He gave himself limply to her exultance. "You've killed me, Julia. What is there to forgive? Yes, I love you. I love you." They leaned together. How easily she cries! They love each other. "Oh, Laurie, my darling, my darling! Thank you! Thank you!" She was kissing his hands. He writhed inwardly. My God, not that! Even _I_ can't bear it! "Don't, Julia. Please don't." "I want to be yours, Laurie--oh, won't you let me be yours?" "Julia, I'm anything. I'm broken. I don't know." He was weeping through his fingers. She pulled them apart, and pressed her lips to his face and his closed eyes. After a time they were calm. She was tender to his humiliation. When he lit the cigar which he had recovered from the floor, she sat at his feet and smiled. He recognized his need of her now. It was dull and persistent. Yes, God forbid that I should judge anybody. I love her. "Laurie?" "Julia?" His furtive eyes admitted the sin she put on them. "Dear Laurie! I love you so much." Unacknowledged, each kept for himself a pain which the other could not heal. Each pitied the other's illusion, and was steadied by it into gentleness. THE END End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Narcissus, by Evelyn Scott