It is not enough to know what you are. I wish to know
how you came to be what you are."

"You must reconcile yourself to ignorance; the origin of my existence is
lost in night."

"Did not the doctor discover anything at all from the people in whose
possession he found you?"

"Nothing. They kept silence like the grave. He heard from a gypsy in
another camp that my parents belonged to a noble family in Spain, and
has often said that when he becomes very rich he will go with me to my
native land and find them. But I believe, myself, that the veil will
never be lifted from the past. I must be content!"

"But you can tell me something of that part of your childhood that you
do remember?"

"It is too sad! I do not want to think of anything that happened before
I met you. My life began from that moment. Before, I had only dreamed."

He was intoxicated with her beauty and her love; but he carried himself
carefully, for he was playing a desperate game and must keep himself
under control.

"And do you think," he said, "that having awakened from this dream you
can ever fall asleep again?"

"Can the bird ever go back into the shell or the butterfly into the
chrysalis? No, no, it is impossible."

"But would you, if you could?"

"Perhaps I ought to want to; but I cannot."

"And do you think that we can drift on forever as we are going?"

"I do not know. I do not dare to think. I only live from day to day."

"And you still refuse to take your future into your own hands?"

"It is not mine. I must accept what has been appointed."

"And you still believe that some door will be opened through which we
may escape?"

"With all my heart."

"I wish I could share your faith."

They ceased to speak, and sat silently gazing into each other's faces,
the heart of the woman rent with a conflict between desire and duty,
that of the man by a tempest of evil passions. At that moment, a slow
and heavy step was heard in the hallway. They looked toward the door,
and in the shadows saw a man who contemplated them silently for a moment
and then advanced.

David rose to meet him.

"I beg your pardon," he said, feigning embarrassment, "I had an errand
with the lady, and hoped I should find her alone."

"You may speak, for the gentleman is the friend of my husband and
myself," Pepeeta said.

"I will begin, then," he responded, "by asking if you recognize me?" And
at that he stepped out into the moonlight.

Pepeeta gave him a sea