"Are you unhappy?" she asked.
"Wretched."
"Oh," she said softly, "I didn't know that.... I am so sorry.... And to think that you took all my troubles on your shoulders, too,—burdened with your own! I—I knew you were that kind of man," she added warmly.
He only shook his head, face buried in his hands.
"I am so sorry," she repeated gently. "Would it help you if you told me?"
He did not answer.
"Because," she said sweetly, "it would make me very happy if I could be of even the very slightest use to you!"
No response.
"Because you have been so kind."
No response.