He knew nothing of
her plans, had not a suspicion of the revolution, but he had vowed they
never should be parted again. He had great influence and could set
wheels in motion that would return him to the diplomatic service and
procure him an appointment to Spain; where good diplomatists were badly
needed.
It was an enchanting picture that he drew in spite of the horror that
must ever mutter at their threshold; but to the awfulness of war they
were both by this time more or less callous, although he was mortally
sick of the war itself; and Gisela, who doled half-measures neither to
herself nor others, had dismissed the morrow and yielded herself to the
joy of the future as of the present. What she had felt for this man in
her early twenties seemed a mere partnership of romance and sentiment
fused by young nerves, compared with the mature passion he had shocked
from its long recuperative sleep. He was her mate, her other part. Her
long fidelity, unshaken by time, her own temperament and many
opportunities, all were proof of that.
The caste of great lovers in this unfinished world is small and almost
inaccessible, but they had taken their place by immemorial right. Were
it not for this history of her own making they would find every phase of
happiness in each other as long as they both lived.
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