you!” gasped Lucy, with the roaring of waters in her ears. “Oh, how like a man! — I mean, to suppose that a woman is always thinking about a man.”

“But you are.”

She summoned physical disgust.

“You're shocked, but I mean to shock you. It's the only hope at times. I can reach you no other way. You must marry, or your life will be wasted. You have gone too far to retreat. I have no time for the tenderness, and the comradeship, and the poetry, and the things that really matter, and for which you marry. I know that, with George, you will find them, and that you love him. Then be his wife. He is already part of you. Though you fly to Greece, and never see him again, or forget his very name, George will work in your