And that is all." "All ?" "Yes," she said, raising her pale face to his.

"What more is there ?" "The--man." "He was as frightened as I," she said simply, "and he went back to college that same evening.

And when I had become still more frightened and a little saner I wrote asking him if it was really true.

It was.
There seemed to be nothing to do; I had no money, nor had he.

And there was no love--because I could not endure even his touch or suffer the least sentiment from him when he came back at Easter.