"You have placed your hopes where they can't be realised? Again?"
"Again."
"Why, dear? Explain it to me."
"Because it is my destiny, perhaps."
"You are young, beautiful, and rich. You ought to be the mistress of your destiny. It is only poor solitary people who have to submit to destiny."
"I am poorer than the poorest beggar that asks for alms in the street."
"Don't talk like that," said Stella, gently, taking her hand. "Tell me about it."
"I can't tell you about it, I can't. It is stronger than I am," said Anna, and her anguish seemed to suffocate her.
"Tell me nothing, then, darling. I understand. I'm only a poor servant; but I love you so. And I want to tell you, Anna, that there are no sorrows that can't be outlived."