He looks meditatively into the darkness.
"No, Helen cannot carry on transactions with her kind any more, and she must use these others." Then, continuing grimly, "How she will bring herself to assimilate with—"
"Everet—you—you are speaking of Helen."
There is no anger in the tone. It is a tone rather of tenderness and surprise.
Everet bites his lip, and says:
"Forgive me, Braine. I—forgot it."
After a time, Braine asks:
"Do you think it would be of any use to go to her, Everet? I would tell her that I loved her just the same, you know, and want her back; or do you think I had better wait awhile,—until she is ready to return of herself?"
He speaks with the old, wistful intonation.
Everet replies earnestly: