The old vague misery, the ancient veiled torture, was behind her, and she was presently to suffer a new torture--but also a joy for which men and women have borne unspeakable things.

No, Louise would never tell him the story of her life, because now she knew it was a thing which must not be told.

Her mind understood things it had never known before.

To be wise is to be secret, and she had learned some wisdom; and the Young Doctor wondered if the greater wisdom she must learn would be drunk from the cup of folly.

Before he left her he had said to her with meaning in his voice: "My dear young madam, your recovery is too rapid.