My God, my God, be merciful to me a sinner!" In his excitement, he had pushed her arm from his shoulder, and stood in tense and trembling silence, looking up, as though listening for an answer to his prayer.
Helen dared not speak.

There is a great gulf fixed between the nearest and dearest souls when in any spiritual anguish; even love cannot pass it, and no human tenderness can fathom it.

Helen could not enter into this holiest of holies, where her husband's soul was prostrate before its Maker.

In the solitude of grief and remorse he was alone.
It was this isolation from him which broke her calm.

It seemed profane even to look upon his suffering.