He was unhappy, said the voice, his life was a void; there was but one thing that could save him; he had come to the parting of the ways, here lay happiness and honor, and all that was high and noble; there lay the soul-killing round, the lonely life, the base pursuit of money, the sordid, selfish aims.

He needed but the hand of the woman that he loved to lead him into the better path.

And how he loved her his life would show.

He loved her for her sweetness, for her womanliness, for her strength.

He had need of her.