"Why do you look like that?"
"Like what?"
"So—so terribly unhappy."
He didn't answer.
"What's the matter?"
He tried to say something, moved his lips faintly, but no sound came.
"Oh, what is it?" she cried; "something new?"
He nodded, echoing: "Something new, and something very, very old."
"And sad?"
"Saddest of all sad things."