"Don't worry about me, Ted," she said just as they were coming into town. "I'm going to take some of father's money--yes, yes, I know it isn't a great deal, but enough for a little while, till I get my bearings--and I'm going to make things come alive for me again. I'm not through yet, that's all. I could have stayed with life gone dead; it would have been safer, as you say. But you see I'm not through yet, Ted--I guess that's the secret of it all. I want more life--more things from life. And I'm going to New York just because it will be so completely new--so completely beginning new--and because it's the center of so many living things. And it's such a wonderful time, Ted. It seems to me the war is going to make a new world--a whole new way of looking at things. It's as if a lot of old things, old ideas, had been melted, and were fluid now, and were to be shaped anew. That's the way it seems to me, and that makes me the more eager to get some things from life that I haven't had. I've been shut in with my own experience. If I stayed on here I'd be shut in with my own dead experiences. I want to go on! I can't stop here--that's all. And we have to find our way for going on. We must find our own way, Ted, even," she choked, "though what we see as the way may seem a wild goose chase to some one we love. I'll tell you why I'm going to New York," she flashed with sudden defiance. "I'm going because I want to!" She laughed a little and he laughed with her. Then she went on more gently: "Because I want to. Just the thought of it has made life come alive for me--that's reason enough for going to the ends of the earth! I'm going to _live_ again, Ted--not just go on with what living has left. I'm going to find some work to do. Yes I _can_!" she cried passionately in response to his gesture "I suppose to you it seems just looking out for myself--seems unfaithful to Stuart. Well, it isn't--that's all I can say, and maybe some day you'll see that it wasn't. It isn't unfaithful to turn from a person you have nothing more to offer, for whom you no longer make life a living thing. It's more faithful to go. You'll see that some time, Ted. But be good to Stuart," she hastily added. "You stay with him till he can get off. I've made all the arrangements with Mrs. Baxter for packing up--sending on the things. It would be hard for him to do that, I know. And once away from here--new interests--life all new again--oh, no, Ted dear," she laughed a little chokingly, "don't worry about Stuart." "I'm not worrying about Stuart," he muttered. "I'm worrying about you." She squeezed his arm in affectionate gratitude for the love in the growling words. "Don't _worry_ about me, Ted," she implored, "be glad with me! I'm alive again! It's so wonderful to be alive again. There's the future--a great, beautiful unknown. It _is_ wonderful, Ted," she said with insistence, as if she would banish his fears--and her own.