The rain had stopped, but the wind still hurtled past, whirling the leaves from one darkness to another.

They were as isolated, as outlawed there in the wild wet wind as they were in the confusion of their own souls.
"We must care," he said helplessly, clinging to the sound and form of the words.
"Oh, no!" she cried.

"No, no! Indeed I know now what is possible and what is not!" For an instant her eyes searched the rigid lines of his face in astonishment.

In their struggle to establish the impossible she had been so far ahead, so greatly the more confident and daring, had tempted him to such heights, scorning every dizzy verge, that now, when she turned quite back from their adventure, humbly confessing it too hard, she could not understand how he should continue to set himself doggedly toward it.

Perhaps, too, she trusted unconsciously in her prerogative.
He loved her, and she him: before she would not, now she would.