You see how little able I am to help you; the centre-thought of your being is wholly strange to me.

And for all that--may I speak my thought ?--we are nearer to each other than before." "Yes, nearer," she repeated, under her breath.
"You think that?
You feel that?
I have not repelled you ?" "You have not" "And if I stood before you, now, as you know me--egotistic, sceptical, calm--and told you that you are the only being in whom I have ever felt complete confidence, whose word and thought I felt to be one; that you exercise more power over me than any other ever did or shall; that life in your companionship might gain the unity I long for; that in your presence I feel myself face to face with a higher and nobler nature than my own, one capable of sustaining me in effort and leading me to great results--" He became silent, for her face had turned deadly pale.

But this passed, and in her eyes, as they met his, trouble grew to a calm joy.

Without speaking, she held her hand to him.
"You are not afraid," Waymark said, "to link your fate with mine?
My life is made up of uncertainties.

I have no position; it may be a long time before I can see even the promise of success in my work.