Publisher's Synopsis
-Forgive me!- he whispered. -I-I forgot myself, a moment. Not yet-no, not yet. You're right, Beatrice. A thousand things are pressing to be done. And love-must wait!- He clenched his fists and strode to the edge of the chasm, where, for a while, he stood alone and silent, gazing far down and away, mastering himself, striving to get himself in leash once more. Then suddenly he turned and smiled. -Come, Beta, - said he. -All this must be forgotten. Let's get to work. The whole world's waiting for us, for our labor.
