, dear Ralph."

"Not for you--no. There's nothing makes us feel so much alive as to see
others die. That's the sensation of life--the sense that we remain. I've
had it--even I. But now I'm of no use but to give it to others. With me
it's all over." And then he paused. Isabel bowed her head further, till
it rested on the two hands that were clasped upon his own. She couldn't
see him now; but his far-away voice was close to her ear. "Isabel," he
went on suddenly, "I wish it were over for you." She answered nothing;
she had burst into sobs; she remained so, with her buried face. He lay
silent, listening to her sobs; at last he gave a long groan. "Ah, what
is it you have done for me?"

"What is it you did for me?" she cried, her now extreme agitation half
smothered by her attitude. She had lost all her shame, all wish to hide
things. Now he must know; she wished him to know, for it brought them
supremely together, and he was beyond the reach of pain. "You did
something once--you know it. O Ralph, you've been everything! What have
I done for you--what can I do to-day? I would die if you could live.
But I don't wish you to live; I would die myself, not to lose you." Her
voice was as broken as his own and full of tears and anguish.

"You won't lose me--you'll keep me. Keep me in your heart; I shall be
nearer to you than I've ever been. Dear Isabel, life is better; for in
life there's love. Death is good--but there's no love."

"I never thanked you--I never spoke--I never was what I should be!"
Isabel went on. She felt a passionate need to cry out and accuse
herself, to let her sorrow possess her. All her troubles, for the
moment, became single and melted together into this present pain. "What
must you have thought of me? Yet how could I know? I never knew, and I
only know to-day because there are people less stupid than I."

"Don't mind people," said Ralph. "I think I'm glad to leave people."

She raised her head and her clasped hands; she seemed for a moment to
pray to him. "Is it true--is it true?" she asked.

"True that you've been stupid? Oh no," said Ralph with a sensible
intention of wit.

"That you made me rich--that all I have is yours?"

He turned away his head, and for some time said nothing. Then at last:
"Ah, don't speak of that--that was not happy." Slowly he moved his face
toward her again, and they once more saw each other. "But for that--but
for that--!" And he paused. "I believe I ruined you," he wail