There is one purpose there more intense than anything else, that very purpose which by some grim irony of fate it seems to be within your power to destroy." He remained silent.

Ordinary expressions of regret seemed too inadequate.

Besides, the charm of the moment was passing.

The other side of her was reasserting itself.
"I suppose," she went on, a little drearily, "that even if I told you upon my honour, of my certain knowledge, that the due delivery of that packet might save the lives of thousands of your countrymen, might save hearts from breaking, homes from becoming destitute--even if I told you all this, would it help me in my prayer ?" "Nothing could help you," he assured her, "but your whole confidence, and even then I fear that the result would be the same." "Oh, but you are very hard!" she murmured.

"My confidence belongs to others.