.& Pure of Heart

                 -Bringer of 

   S P R I N G,

               Queen of the

             D E A D.-

                 -Bringer of 

   S P R I N G,

               Queen of the

             D E A D.-

  if it could only be his greeting. If only the kindly Ellen could kiss his cheek and call him her darling.

  If only she could love hi.

 Oh, damned be Eros and his wicked bow! Damned be Eros for causing him to fall in love with a woman that he shall never obtain.

  and nods graciously before going to serve the food. She finds it [rude] that he would demand dinner in such a manner-

   she is having a tender moment with her husband.

  Oh, how ignorant she seems to be to the count’s p l i g h t! She is so lost in the little world that he has created, that she does not understand the count’s unhappiness

         D E A T H

                 .& the

               M A I D E N

  His smile fades away as she speaks of her husband. He, for a moment, has forgotten that she is married.

   She will never be his.

  And that fact hurts him-hurts him in a manner that no other mortal emotion could. But love transcends human emotion-

   She wishes to ask him what has ailed him-but decides against it. [She wishes not to cause discomfort to the count.]

  No matter how curious she is.

  She watches her husband-golden haired and cheery faced- enter the dining room and smiles. She        A D O R E S him.

                 -Bringer of 

   S P R I N G,

               Queen of the

             D E A D.-