His eyes grew dark as he looked at her.
"A mistake that one stands by may become the part of wisdom," he said. "Could you not go back to him and begin again?" His face had grown haggard.
Her wrath flamed out.
"If I begin again," she answered, "it must be from the beginning—to relive my whole life."
He looked at her restless hands.
"Then you must look to the future," he said, "since there is no present—and no past."
"There is a past," she returned, passionately.
He shook his head.
"A dead one."
Her mouth shone scarlet in the pallor of her face.