That we are here on the same errand.
That our view of life should be the same." "What do you mean about home?
But tell me, _were you not then married ?_" "No, I am alone, Madam.

I never shall be married." There may have been some slight motion of a hand which beckoned me to a seat at the opposite side of the table.

As I sat, I saw her search my face carefully, slowly, with eyes I could not read.

At last she spoke, after her frequent fashion, half to herself.
"It succeeded, then!" said she.

"Yet I am not happy! Yet I have failed!" "I pause, Madam," said I, smiling.