s out of a lifetime! Would it be a terrible sin,
Theodora wondered, a terrible, unforgivable sin to let him kiss her--to
let him hold her just once in his arms.

There was no light in the coupe--he had seen to that--only the great
lamps flaring in the road and the moonlight.

She clasped her hands in an agony of emotion. She was but a dove in the
net of an experienced fowler, but she did not know or think of that, nor
he either. They only knew they loved each other passionately, and this
situation was more than they could bear.

"Oh, I trust you!" she said. "If you tell me it is not a terrible sin I
will believe you--I do not know--I cannot think--I--"

But she could speak no more because she was in his arms.

The intense, unutterable joy--the maddening, intoxicating bliss of the
next hour! To have her there, unresisting--to caress her lips and eyes
and hair--to murmur love words--to call her his very own! Nothing in
heaven could equal this, and no hell was a price too great to pay--so it
seemed to him. It was the supremest moment of his life; and how much
more of hers who knew none other, who had never received the kisses of
men or thrilled to any touch but his!

After a little she drew herself away and shivered. She knew she was
wicked now--very, very wicked--but it was again characteristic of her
that having made her decision there was no vacillation about her. The
die was cast--for that night they were to be happy, and all the rest of
her life should be penitence and atonement.

But to-night there was no room for anything but joy. She had never
dreamed in her most secret thoughts of moments so gloriously sweet as
these--to have a lover--and such a lover! And it was true--it must be
true--that they had lived before, and all this passion was not the
growth of one short week.

It seemed as if it was all her life, all her being--it could mean
nothing now but Hector--Hector--Hector! And over and over again he made
her whisper in his ear that she loved him--nor could she ever tire of
hearing him say he worshipped her.

Oh, they were foolish and tender and wonderful, as lovers always are.

He had given his orders beforehand and the chauffeur was a man of
intelligence. They drove in the most beautiful _allee_ when they came to
the Bois--and no incident ruffled the exquisite peace and bliss of their
time.

Suddenly Hector became aware of the fact it was just upon half-past ten,
and they were almost in sight of M