She would let the moment stand for itself.
After a moment he lifted his head as if he wanted to speak.
"Clara," he said, struggling.
She caught him passionately to her, pressed his head down on her breast with her hand.

She could not bear the suffering in his voice.

She was afraid in her soul.

He might have anything of her--anything; but she did not want to KNOW.

She felt she could not bear it.