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"Father," she said to the prelate, "I have no secrets from you."She pointed to Maurice."I love him.I know not why.He comes from a foreign land; his language nor his people are mine, and yet the thought of him has filled my soul.I have talked to him but four different times; and yet I love him.Why? I can not tell.The mind has no power to rule the impulse of love.Were he to live, perhaps my love would be a sin.Is it not strange, father, that I love him? I have lost parental love; I am losing a love a woman holds priceless above all others.He is dying because of me.He loves me.I read it in his eyes just before he fell.Perhaps it is better for him and for me that he should die, for if he lived I could not live without him.Father, do I sin?""No, my child," and the prelate closed his eyes.

"I have been so lonely," she said, "so alone.I craved the love of the young.He was so different from any man I had met before.

His bright, handsome face seemed constantly with me."At this moment Maurice's breast rose and fell in a long sigh.

Presently the lids of his eyes rolled upward.Consciousness had returned.His wandering gaze first encountered the sad, austere visage of the prelate.

"Monseigneur?" he said, faintly.

"Do you wish absolution, my son?"

"I am dying....?"

"Yes."

"I am dying....God has my account and he will judge it.I am not a Catholic, Monseigneur." He turned his head."Your Highness?" He roved about the room with his eyes and discerned the feminine touch in all the appointments.

"Where am I?"

"You are in my room, Monsieur," she said.Her voice broke, but she met his eyes with a brave smile."Is there anything we can do for you?""Nothing.I am alone.To die....Well, one time or another.

And yet, it is a beautiful world, when we but learn it, full of color and life and love.I am young; I do not wish to die.And now...even in the midst...to go...where? Monseigneur, I am dying; to me princes and kings signify nothing.That is not to say that they ever did.In the presence of death we are all equal.Living, I might not speak; dying...since I have but a little while to stay...I may speak?""Yes, my son, speak.Her Highness will listen.""It is to her Highness that I wish to speak."Her lips quivered and she made no secret of her tears."What is it you wish to say to me, Monsieur Carewe?" She smoothed his forehead, and the touch of her hand made him forget his pain.

"Ah, I know not how to begin," he said."Forgive me if I offend your ears....I have been foolish even to dream of it, but Icould not help it....When first I saw you in the garden..

the old dog was beside you....Even then it came to me that my future was linked to the thought of you.I did not know you were so far beyond....I was very cold, but I dared not let you know it, for fear you would lead me at once to the gate.

That night wherever I looked I saw you.I strove to think of some way to serve you, but I could not.I was so obscure.Inever thought that you would remember me again; but you did...

That afternoon in the carriage...I wanted to tell you then.

That rose you dropped...it is still on my heart.I loved you, and to this end.And I am glad to die, for in this short fortnight I have lived....My mother used to call me Maurice...to hear a woman repeat it again before I go.""Maurice." She took his hand timidly in hers, and looked at the archbishop.

"Speak to him from your heart, my child," said the prelate."It will comfort you both."Suddenly she drooped and the tears fell upon the hand in hers.

"Maurice," she whispered, "you have not loved in vain." She could utter no more; but she raised her head and looked into his eyes, and he saw the glory of the world in hers.

"Into still waters and silence," he said softly."No more pain, nor joy, nor love; silence....You love me!...Alexia; how often have I repeated that name to myself....I have not strength to lift your hand to my lips."She kissed him on the lips.She felt as if she, too, were dying.

"God guard your Highness," he said."It is dark....I do not see you...."He tried to raise himself, but he could not.He sank back, settled deeply into the pillow, and smiled.After that he lay very still.

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