Head of Christ

Head of Christ
Hylas and the Nymphs
jesus christ on the cross
klimt painting the kiss
¡¡¡¡ Jude had reached the window, which was quite a low one, so that she was visible down to her waist. She let go the casement-stay and put her hand upon his, her moonlit face regarding him wistfully. ¡¡¡¡ "Did it keep you awake?" he said. ¡¡¡¡ "No--I was awake." ¡¡¡¡ "How was that?" ¡¡¡¡ "Oh, you know--now! I know you, with your religious doctrines, think that a married woman in trouble of a kind like mine commits a mortal sin in making a man the confidant of it, as I did you. I wish I hadn't, now!" ¡¡¡¡ "Don't wish it, dear," he said. "That may have BEEN my view; but my doctrines and I begin to part company." ¡¡¡¡ "I knew it--I knew it! And that's why I vowed I wouldn't disturb your belief. But--I am SO GLAD to see you!--and, oh, I didn't mean to see you again, now the last tie between us, Aunt Drusilla, is dead!" ¡¡¡¡ Jude seized her hand and kissed it. "There is a stronger one left!" he said. "I'll never care about my doctrines or my religion any more! Let them go! Let me help you, even if I do love you, and even if you ..." ¡¡¡¡ "Don't say it!--I know what you mean; but I can't admit so much as that. There! Guess what you like, but don't press me to answer questions!" ¡¡¡¡ "I wish you were happy, whatever I may be!"