He went into the night, and for hours he paced the driveway in racking thought.

Then he sat on the step and looked at Belshazzar before him.
"Life's growing easier every minute, Bel," said the Harvester.

"Here's my Dream Girl, lovely as the most golden instant of that wonderful dream, offering me----offering me, Bel----in my present pass, the lips and the love of my little sister who never was born.

And I've hurt Ruth's feelings, and sent her to bed with a heartache, trying to make her see that it won't do.

It won't, Bel! If I can't have genuine love, I don't want anything.