In the silence she glanced aside at him, her eyes clear, her hair held back by one hand.
"Please do not look at me like that," she pleaded. "Surely, you cannot blame me; you must forgive."
"There is nothing to blame, or forgive, Beth; apparently there is nothing for me to say, nothing for me to do."
She swayed slowly toward him, resting one hand upon his shoulder.
"But am I right? Won't you tell me if I am right?"
He stood hesitating for a moment, looking down upon that upturned, questioning face, his gray eyes filled with a loyalty that caused her heart to throb wildly.
"I do not know, Beth," he said at last, "I do not know; I cannot be your conscience. I must go out where I can be alone and think; but never will I come between you and your God."