I go away, alone, to-morrow." He knew that her eyes were then, very slowly, searching his face.

She said, gently, after a moment's pause, "Tell me, Olva, what you mean.

Of course we are going together." "Oh, it is so hard for me!" He was fighting now as he had never fought.
Why not, even at this last moment, in spite of yesterday, defy God and stay with her and keep her?
In that moment of hesitation he suffered so that the sweat came to his forehead and his eyes were filled with pain and then were suddenly tired and dull.
But he came out, and seemed now to stand above the room and look down on his body and her body and to be filled with a great pity for them both.
"Margaret dear, it's very hard for me to tell you.

Will you be patient with me and let me put things as clearly as I can--as _I_ see them ?" She burst out, "Olva, you mustn't leave me, I---" Then she used all her strength to bring control.

Very quietly she ended--"Yes, Olva, tell me everything." "It is so difficult because it is about God, and we all of us feel, and rightly I expect, that it is priggish to talk about God at all.