Esther was really in a way to alarm her friends.  She went to bed as Catherine advised, but her sleep was feverish, as though she had dieted herself on opium.  She acted over and over again the scene that lay before her, until her brain felt physically weary, as though it had run all night round and round its narrow chamber.  Her head was so tired in the morning that it was a relief to get up and face real life.  She dressed herself with uncommon care.  She meant to keep her crown even though she threw away her kingdom, and though she should lose a husband, she intended to hold fast her lover.  Women have the right to this coquetry with fate.  Iphigenia herself, when the priests, who muffled her voice, stretched her on the altar and struck the knife in her throat, tried to charm them with her sad eyes while her saffron blood was flowing, and they saw that she would have charmed them with her voice even when hope had vanished.

The unfortunate Hazard was not precisely an Agamemnon, and would have liked nothing better than to stop the sacrifice which seemed to him much too closely like a triumph over himself.  His own throat was the one which felt itself in closest danger of the knife.  At noon, as usual, he came in, trying to conceal his anxiety under an appearance of confidence, but Esther’s first words routed all his forces and drove him back to his last defense.

“I should not have let you come to-day.  I ought to have written to bid you good-by, but it was too hard not to see you once more.  I am going away.”

“I am going with you,” said Hazard quietly.

“No, you are not!” replied Esther.  “You are to stay here and attend to your duties.  Forget me as soon as you can.”

Hazard took this address very good-naturedly, and neither showed nor felt surprise.  “You have been tormented by this idea,” he said, “and I am glad now to meet it face to face.  For us to part is impossible.  You and I are one.  You cannot get yourself apart from me, though you may make us both unhappy; and even if you go away forever you will still belong to me.  I could not release you if I would.”

“I don’t want to be released,” said Esther.  “If it were only for that, I would stay with you as long as you would let me.  I would do whatever you told me, and never ask a question.  But I will not be your evil genius.  I will be your good genius or nothing.”

“Be my good genius then!  What stands in your way?”

“I have tried and failed.  Already there is not a woman in your parish who is not saying that I shall ruin you and your career.  I would rather die than run the risk of your thinking I had done you harm.”

“If I, seeing all this, am willing to take the risk, why should you ally yourself against me with all the petty gossip of a parish?” asked Hazard.  “Such talk will stop the moment you say the word.  Let me go out now and announce our engagement!  If I did not sometimes shock my parish, I could never manage them.”