"Why do you go?" she asked.

"It is the only thing to do," he answered. "Life has thrown me
back into the old position, and I must face the same foes again.
I always rush too eagerly to snatch my good; I always hit my head
against some impassable wall. I thought I had won my battles and
was safe, and then you came."

The life had gone out of his voice, the light from his face.
Looking at him Daphne saw above his temples a touch of gray in
the golden brown of his hair.

"And then?" she asked softly.

"Then my hard-won control vanished, and I felt that I could stake
my hopes of heaven and my fears of hell to win you."

"A Greek god, with thoughts of hell?" murmured Daphne.

"Hell," he answered, "ls a feeling, not a place, as has often
been observed. I happen to be in it now, but it does not matter.
Yes, I am going away, Daphne, Daphne. You say that there are
claims upon you that you cannot thrust aside. I shall go, but in
some life, some time, I shall find you again."

Daphne looked at him with soft triumph in her eyes. Secure in
the possession of that letter on the table, she would not tell
him yet! This note of struggle gave deeper melody to the joyous
music of the shepherd on the hills.