t. When men and women are equals they will love no more. Your
highly-cultured women will not be lovable, will not love.

"Do they see nothing, understand nothing? It is Tant Sannie who buries
husbands one after another, and folds her hands resignedly,--'The Lord
gave, and the Lord hath taken away, and blessed be the name of the
Lord,'--and she looks for another. It is the hard-headed, deep thinker
who, when the wife who has thought and worked with him goes, can find no
rest, and lingers near her till he finds sleep beside her.

"A great soul draws and is drawn with a more fierce intensity than any
small one. By every inch we grow in intellectual height our love strikes
down its roots deeper, and spreads out its arms wider. It is for love's
sake yet more than for any other that we look for that new time."

She had leaned her head against the stones, and watched with her sad,
soft eyes the retreating bird. "Then when that time comes," she said
lowly, "when love is no more bought or sold, when it is not a means of
making bread, when each woman's life is filled with earnest, independent
labour, then love will come to her, a strange, sudden sweetness breaking
in upon her earnest work; not sought for, but found. Then, but not
now--"

Waldo waited for her to finish the sentence, but she seemed to have
forgotten him.

"Lyndall," he said, putting his hand upon her--she started--"if you
think that that new time will be so great, so good, you who speak so
easily--"

She interrupted him.

"Speak! speak!" she said, "the difficulty is not to speak; the
difficulty is to keep silence."

"But why do you not try to bring that time?" he said with pitiful
simplicity. "When you speak I believe all you say; other people would
listen to you also."

"I am not so sure of that," she said with a smile.

Then over the small face came the weary look it had worn last night as
it watched the shadow in the corner, Ah, so weary!

"I, Waldo, I?" she said. "I will do nothing good for myself, nothing
for the world, till some one wakes me. I am asleep, swathed, shut up in
self; till I have been delivered I will deliver no one."

He looked at her wondering, but she was not looking at him.

"To see the good and the beautiful," she said, "and to have no strength
to live it, is only to be Moses on the mountain of Nebo, with the land
at your feet and no power to enter. It would be better not to see
it. Come," she said, looking up into his face,