As I did not speak or look away, but continued to smile at her, she became uneasy, glanced round as if seeking an avenue of retreat.
"Yes—I mean just that, Elizabeth," I admitted, and my tone explained the words.
She clasped her hands and started up.
"In me—in every one," I went on, "there's a beast and a man. Just now—with me—the man is uppermost. And he wants to stay uppermost. Elizabeth—will you—help him?"
She lowered her head until I could see only the splendor of her thick hair, sparkling like black quartz.
"Will you—dear? Won't you—dear?"
Suddenly she gave me both her hands. "Let us help each other," she said. And slowly she lifted her glance to mine; and never before had I felt the full glory of those eyes, the full melody of that deep voice.
And so, I end as I began, as life begins and ends—with a woman. In a woman's arms we enter life; in a woman's arms we get the courage and strength to bear it; in a woman's arms we leave it. And as for the span between—the business, profession, career—how colorless, how meaningless it would be but for her!
THE END