re going
or what you intend to do. You can give no definite explanation."

"There is no explanation except that by what I did in Sannet Wood that
afternoon I put myself out of touch with human society until I had done
something _for_ human society. God has been telling me for many days
that I owe a debt. I have tried to avoid paying that debt. I tried
to escape Him because I knew that he demanded that I must pay my debt
before I could come to you. I see this as clearly as I saw yesterday the
high white clouds above the football field. God now is as real to me as
you are. It is as though for the rest of my life I must live in a house
with two persons. We cannot all live together until certain conditions
are granted. I go to make those conditions possible. Because I have
broken the law I am an outlaw. I am impelled to win my way back to
citizenship again. God will show me."

"But this is air--all nerves. God is nothing. God does not exist."

"God _does_ exist. I must work out His order and then I will come back
to you."

She began to be frightened. She caught his coat in her hands, and
desperately pleaded. Then she saw his white set face, and the way that
his hands gripped the chair, and it was as though she had suddenly found
herself alone in the room.

"Olva, don't leave me, don't leave me, Olva. I can't live without you.
I don't care what you've done. I'll bear everything with you. I'll come
away with you. I'll do anything if only you will let me be with you."

"No, I must go alone."

"But it can't matter--it can't matter. I'm so unimportant. You shall do
what you feel is your duty--only let me be there."

"No, I must go alone."

She began to cry, bitter, miserable, sobbing, sitting on the floor, away
from him. Her crying was the only sound in the room.

He bent and touched her--"Margaret dear--you make it so hard."

At last, in that strange beautiful way that she had, control seemed
suddenly to come to her; she stood up and looked as though she had, in
that brief moment, lived a thousand years of sorrow.

"You will come back?"

"I swear that I will come back to you."

"I--I--will--wait for you."

There, in the dim, unreal room, as they had stood once before, now,
standing, they were wrapt together. They were very young to feel such
depths of tragedy, to touch such heights of beauty. They were a long
time there together.

"Margaret darling, you know that I will come back."

"I know that you will c