She shook her head, and looking at him with a sad and gentle smile, said: "Love is for the happy people." "That is a hard saying, Sylvia," Chayne returned, "and not a true one." "True to me," said Sylvia, with a deep conviction, and as he advanced to her she raised her hand to keep him off.

"No, no," she cried, and had he listened, he might have heard a hint of exasperation in her voice.

But he would not be warned.
"You can't go on, living here, without sympathy, without love, without even kindness.

Already it is evident.

You are ill, and tired.