ed.

She was full of the sense that he was beyond the reach of pain; he
seemed already so little of this world. But even if she had not had
it she would still have spoken, for nothing mattered now but the only
knowledge that was not pure anguish--the knowledge that they were
looking at the truth together.

"He married me for the money," she said. She wished to say everything;
she was afraid he might die before she had done so. He gazed at her a
little, and for the first time his fixed eyes lowered their lids. But he
raised them in a moment, and then, "He was greatly in love with you," he
answered.

"Yes, he was in love with me. But he wouldn't have married me if I had
been poor. I don't hurt you in saying that. How can I? I only want you
to understand. I always tried to keep you from understanding; but that's
all over."

"I always understood," said Ralph.

"I thought you did, and I didn't like it. But now I like it."

"You don't hurt me--you make me very happy." And as Ralph said this
there was an extraordinary gladness in his voice. She bent her
head again, and pressed her lips to the back of his hand. "I always
understood," he continued, "though it was so strange--so pitiful. You
wanted to look at life for yourself--but you were not allowed; you
were punished for your wish. You were ground in the very mill of the
conventional!"

"Oh yes, I've been punished," Isabel sobbed.

He listened to her a little, and then continued: "Was he very bad about
your coming?"

"He made it very hard for me. But I don't care."

"It is all over then between you?"

"Oh no; I don't think anything's over."

"Are you going back to him?" Ralph gasped.

"I don't know--I can't tell. I shall stay here as long as I may. I don't
want to think--I needn't think. I don't care for anything but you, and
that's enough for the present. It will last a little yet. Here on my
knees, with you dying in my arms, I'm happier than I have been for a
long time. And I want you to be happy--not to think of anything sad;
only to feel that I'm near you and I love you. Why should there be
pain--? In such hours as this what have we to do with pain? That's not
the deepest thing; there's something deeper."

Ralph evidently found from moment to moment greater difficulty in
speaking; he had to wait longer to collect himself. At first he appeared
to make no response to these last words; he let a long time elapse. Then
he murmured simply: "You must stay here