“Yes——”
“You think if he loves me—if he turns his love to me, as he is doing—he cannot receive that greater love which he must give men?”
“Yes——”
“And you think it would be a good woman’s part to turn him from her?”
“Yes——”
“And you came to tell me this?”
“Yes.”
“I think it is true——”
“Oh, listen—listen——” he cried, rising and bending over her—“a good woman’s part—it would be that! It would be something more—something greater than even he could ever do.... What a vision you have given me!”
She stood before him, her face half-turned to the window. Yet she seemed everywhere in the room—her presence filling it. He could not speak again. He turned to go. Her words reached him as he neared the door.