“I would that the storms might pass over you, but in the human lot I know they must come.”
She looked into his eyes, and they appeared so like Ralph's just then that tears came to her own, and she could not force them back.
“This emotion is not all your own,” said Mr. Bernard.
Dawn looked up inquiringly.
“He is here-Ralph, and too often for your good and his own.”
A flush came over her face.
“I mean no harm,” he continued. “It is true that he will weaken you by too much emotion, which was ever a large component of his beautiful and trusting nature. Ralph must put aside his deep tenderness, and come less often, and then he will bring you more strength when he does come to you.”
“But what if he never left me, and never can, Mr. Bernard?”
“Then you must mingle with those who are his opposite, those who can strengthen him through you.”
“I never thought of that before.”