him, determined to win from her a full expression.

“What is it, Cassandra? Open your heart. Don’t shut anything away from me. What have you been dreaming lately?”

“You have never said a word of fault with me yet, David — for what I did, going away off there and not waiting quietly until you could come back, as you wrote me to do.”

“That was the bravest, finest thing you ever did — but one.” He was thinking of her renunciation.

“You are so good to forgive me, David. In one way it was better that I went, because it made me understand as I never could have done otherwise. You would never have told me, but now I know.”

“Unfold a little of this wisdom, so I may judge of its value.”