"You see, it was this way. I was reading the Bible and--and thinking--and trying to understand what it meant---when all at once he--he seemed to be with me--and to be saying things." "What sort of things?" "I don't exactly know, Miss Lester. I knew he was there--and that he was telling me how beautiful it was with him--but I can't explain how he made me understand it--" "No," Cora interrupted again, "nobody ever can explain. Once they get notions into their heads, they seem to think explanations are not important." She came down to the second lowest step, but still stood over the trembling young wife in her attitude of authority. "This is all nerves, my dear--and excitement. The book you were reading--oh, yes, it's a very good book, and full of the wisdom of the ages and all that!--But it reacted on you in such a way that you've conjured up these frightening things--" "But I'm not frightened at all," Molly burst out. "That's the wonderful part of it. If he hadn't come and told me beforehand, and made me feel how happy he is, I should have been. But I'm not now; and I don't want you to be. That's why I came." "Yes; no doubt," Miss Lester agreed, coldly. "But now that you've come, you'll do well to run home again and try to calm yourself and be sensible. If my brother has been"--she stumbled at the word, but forced herself to utter it--"if my brother has been--k-killed--we shall hear of it from the proper authorities." "Cora, that's not fair," Ethelind cried, indignantly. "Molly's come over here to warn us, and even if she's wrong--" She broke off to make another sort of appeal. "Father, can't you say something? Here's your son's wife--the mother of the child he's expecting--" But Mrs. Lester rose, still clinging to her chair. "If this is a ruse for getting into our house and making our acquaintance whether we would or no--" "Mother, how can you?" came from Ethelind. "You deserve that your son should never be given back to you. Father, can't you say anything at all?" But what the father did say was uttered brokenly. "I don't--I don't believe it. He's not--not dead. She's come here to get us to own her--to take her in--" "And if we don't," Ethelind cried, "and she goes away again, I'll go with her. Whether he comes back or not I shall be there." It was extraordinary to Lester that he could look on at this scene without conscious pain. It Was exactly as if he had watched them rehearsing a play in which emotions were simulated but not experienced. When the rehearsal was over they would become their actual selves again. Beyond hardness, and suffering, and misunderstanding he could see the end.