For a few seconds her brain reeled. The summit of her ambition was reached--and not ambition alone, but what now seemed to matter more, the realisation of true love. Both were there for her to take and to enjoy. The fateful moment had come. She was face to face with the great problem of her life. How could she relinquish all this glory, just to keep faith with her ideal of right? She looked up into his proud face and saw it transfigured with worship, and she gave a little cry--No, she could never deceive him, he was far too fine for that. Whatever came, between them there should be only truth. But even so, a flood of passionate emotion burst all bonds, the whole deep currents of her nature were stirred, and must find vent before the final renunciation. "Ah!" she cried, and let herself be clasped in his embrace, then, "I love you, I love you!" she went on wildly.--"Kiss me--hold me, let me feel what it is like to be there next your heart--what it would mean--what it _could_ mean, if it might only be.--Oh! you do not know what it costs really to say good-bye--Do you remember once when I told you that I knew one side of love and asked you if there was not something beyond? Well, I know now that there is--you have taught me to feel it--It is the soul's victory--I love you with everything in me, with my body and my spirit and my life!" But she could articulate no further, for the Duke, intoxicated with emotion, strained her to his heart, bruising her lips with kisses which seemed to transport them both to paradise. Here was no timid lover! But one with a nature as fiercely passionate as her own! "Ah, God, how divine!" and he sighed when at last after long, blissful seconds his lips left hers. "Katherine, how dare you talk such folly to me of bidding me good-bye! You shall never leave me again, you are absolutely mine." "Hush!" and she put her hand over his mouth tenderly, while she drew herself out of his arms. "As far as love goes I am indeed all yours, the mightiness of this passion has swept away all other thoughts, but now you will have to listen to me--and you must not speak until the end.--See, let us sit here for the story is long." Just to humour her he allowed her to draw him to the seat, and with eyes devouring her with fond impatience, he waited for her to begin. "Promise that you will not interrupt me until I have finished, no matter what you may feel or think." He gave his word quite gaily and took and held her hand. Katherine controlled her every nerve now and told the story in a deep, quiet voice--with no dramatic gestures, drawing a graphic picture of her home and of the office at Liv and Dev's and the effect upon her of the voices of the gentlemen who came to borrow money. And then she told of the coming of Lord Algy and of their acquaintance, and then she paused for a second and glanced at Mordryn's face. It had grown a little strained, but he grasped more tightly her hand.