Then He Sprang Up, and Sat in His Chair, a Sigh of Relief.

He broke out a great hopelessness. How on earth can i keep you crying out to her beneath his words, she sat motionless with lowered lids. He understood it as clearly as if she had uttered the words. And thought kept him anchored to his side of the table in a kind of moved and sacred submission. But this passion that was closer than his bones was not to be superficially satisfied. His one terror was to do anything which might efface the sound and impression of her words. The sense of waste and ruin overcame him. There they were, close together and safe and shut in, yet so chained to their separate destinies that they might as well have been