"She sighed. 'I must--I must. It does not let me rest.'
"'What does not let you rest?'
"She did not answer, and then suddenly she began to weep bitterly.
"I calmed her, I kissed the tears from her lashes and cheeks, and implored her to pour out her heart to me. 'Are you not happy? Isn't he good to you?'
"'He is as good to me as God's mercy; but I am not happy--I am wretched, sister; so wretched that I cannot describe it to you.'
"'And why, in all the world?'
"'I am afraid!'
"'Of what?'
"'That I--make him unhappy; that I am not the right one for him.'
"A sudden icy coldness ran through me. It seemed to emanate from her body upon mine.