"Yes," she repeated.

"And your brother? The cause you have served so intently? The purpose
of your life? Everything, Zara?"

"Yes," she said a third time, and still with that same emphasis of
finality which could not be misunderstood, and for which there was no
qualification.

I was silent and so was she; but after a little I heard her murmuring
in a tone so low that it seemed as if I scarcely heard it,
notwithstanding the fact that every word was quite distinct.

"I will leave everything for you, my love, for you are all the world to
me. There is nothing else now, but you. Nihilism and the cause it
upholds, has sunk into utter insignificance, and has become a mere
point in the history of my life, like a punctuating period that is
placed at the end of a written sentence. Nihilists, great and small,
have become mere atoms in the mystery of creation, and they can have no
further influence upon my life. The czar of all the Russias is no more
a personage to me now, than the merest black dwarf of central Africa,
and Russia itself has diminuated to a mere island in the sea of
eternity, a speck on the map of the infinite creation. You,
Dubravnik----" She paused there and smiled into my eyes with an
inimitable gesture of tenderness as she reached upward with her right
hand and brushed back the hair from my temples--"I think I shall always
call you Dubravnik. The name is yours, as I have known you, and as
Dubravnik you are mine, as I am yours."

My reply to this was not a spoken word, and it needs no explanation.

"You, Dubravnik," she continued from the point where she so sweetly
interrupted herself, "have become the universe to me, now. You are the
infinite space which comprehends all."

It was sweet to hear her express herself so; sweeter still to know,
that comprehensive as it was, it went but a little way toward
explaining all that she would have liked to say; and sweetest of all to
realize that she also exactly expressed my thought toward her, and that
she knew she did so.

There was a long silence after that, broken only by her breathing, by a
murmured word of caress, by a gesture of endearment or an occasional
sigh; but I brought it to an end presently by asking a question which
brought her out of her reverie with a start of affright.

"What was it, Zara, that you saw through the window when----" I did not
complete the sentence. It was not necessary. She understood me
instantly and with the understanding th