I do understand you,--I do.

I know you for a better man than you know yourself this night." She turned to go.

He put his hand on her arm; something we have never seen on his face struggled up,--the better soul that she knew.
"Come back," he said, hoarsely; "don't leave me with myself.

Come back, Margret." She did not come; stood leaning, her sudden strength gone, against the broken wall.

There was a heavy silence.