Then I could make a better answer.

You are on the road, you say.

But I feel that it is a hard and cruel road--oh, I understand that at least! Tell me, please, tell me the whole truth.

You are hiding from me what you feel.

I have upset your life, have I not?
You are a Quaker, and Quakers are better than all other Christian people, are they not?
Their faith is peace, and for me, you--" She covered her face with her hands for an instant, but turned quickly and looked him in the eyes: "For me you put your hand upon the clock of a man's life, and stopped it." She got to her feet with a passionate gesture, but he put a hand gently upon her arm, and she sank back again.