removing his hat, and sweeping back his fine, light hair. “Suppose she loved me in return, and were willing to marry me. Think, if you can, what would follow. Never a day would pass but she would be reminded of her sacrifice. I would read a condescension in her smile, a pity even in her affection, that would madden me. No. The thing would stand between us forever. Only equals should mate. I could never ask her to come down upon my lower plane.”
An arc light faintly shone upon Lorison’s face. An illumination from within also pervaded it; the girl saw the rapt, ascetic look; it was the face either of Sir Galahad or Sir Fool.
“Quite star-like,” she said, “is this unapproachable angel. Really too high to be grasped.”
“By me, yes.”
She faced him suddenly. “My dear friend,
