s ruined me, and all,--and everything--so she has paid me for
my help! Trust a woman when she loves? Trust angels to curse God, or
Hell to save a sinner! But she shall pay, too--I have her still. Why do
you stare at me? Wait, fool! You shall be happy now. What are you to me
that I should even hate you? You shall have what you want. I will bring
you the woman you love, the Beatrice you have seen in dreams--and then
Unorna's heart will break and she will die, and her soul--her soul----"

Keyork broke into a peal of laughter, deep, rolling, diabolical in its
despairing, frantic mirth. He was still laughing as he reached the door.

"Her soul, her soul!" they heard him cry, between one burst and another
as he went out, and from the echoing vestibule, and from the staircase
beyond, the great laughter rolled back to them when they were left
alone.

"What is it all? I cannot understand," the Wanderer said, looking up to
the grand calm face.

"It is not always given to evil to do good, even for evil's sake," said
the old man. "The thing that he would is done already. The wound that he
would make is already bleeding; the heart he is gone to break is broken;
the soul that he would torture is beyond all his torments."

"Is Unorna dead?" the Wanderer asked, turning, he knew now why, with a
sort of reverence to his companion.

"She is not dead."

Unorna waited in the parlour of the convent. Then Beatrice came in, and
stood before her. Neither feared the other, and each looked into the
other's eyes.

"I have come to undo what I have done," Unorna said, not waiting for the
cold inquiry which she knew would come if she were silent.

"That will be hard, indeed," Beatrice answered.

"Yes. It is very hard. Make it still harder if you can, I could still do
it."

"And do you think I will believe you, or trust you?" asked the dark
woman.

"I know that you will when you know how I have loved him."

"Have you come here to tell me of your love?"

"Yes. And when I have told you, you will forgive me."

"I am no saint," said Beatrice, coldly. "I do not find forgiveness in
such abundance as you need."

"You will find it for me. You are not bad, as I am, but you can
understand what I have done, nevertheless, for you know what you
yourself would do for the sake of him we love. No--do not be angry with
me yet--I love him and I tell you so--that you may understand."

"At that price, I would rather not have the understanding. I do no