"Katherine," he said, "this is heart-breaking, incomprehensible. Things have gone too far for us to retrace our steps as simply as you think. You must try to believe that I do not want to hurt you, but I fear I must. You and I were never fitted for each other, though I did not realize it until you took your stand. Your decision knocked life all out of gear for me and I wandered about like a lost soul. I came here to see this young girl for Andy Law’s sake and with no other intention than doing him a good turn and learning all I could. I grew to love Donelle Morey and learned to know what love was for the first time in my life. Oh! I know what you, what our world would say; she’s not your kind, their kind. But before God, she’s my kind! I cannot set her aside. I did not oppose your wishes, Katherine, even before I saw this girl. I felt I had no right to stand in your way. Have you a right to stand in mine, now? Is there no justice in my case? Katherine, you think only of yourself. You are a selfish woman!" Dumbly Katherine looked at Norval. She was capable of drawing only one conclusion—he was a man! He felt no duty, no sacred relationship. She was ill, desperate; he wanted to be free and seek love where youth, health, and fascination were. She felt she understood and she must save him from himself. "Jim, think of our child!" She thought she was putting herself aside, she resented the thing Norval had called her. "I do think of him, Katherine. I have never forgotten him. I was glad he was dead when, when you went away." "But, Jim, has the past no hold upon you? No claims?" "Yes, and because it has, I dare not make any further mistakes. Listen, Katherine, I am going to tell this—this young girl, Donelle, the whole ugly, confused thing. I’m going to lay my soul, yours, too, if I can, open before her and she shall decide. She, young as she is, has a spirit that can face this tremendous situation, and she has a mighty love that can save us all. May I take you to your boarding-place, Katherine, or will you wait here? I must go to Donelle." "Jim, Jim, what are you thinking of? Dare you burden this child with this hideous decision?" "Yes." Norval strode toward the door. Katherine wept afresh. "I will wait here. I’m tired and I cannot endure the long walk in this storm." And then Norval was gone out into the night, closing the door behind him with a sound so final that the woman by the hearth moaned. Crashing through the thicket Norval went to Gavot’s cabin only to find it empty. But the fire burned freshly upon the hearth. "She’s been here and made his place ready for him," thought Norval, "and then she went back home." So up the Right of Way Norval plodded to Mam’selle’s house. He went into the living room and lighted the lamp. There on the table lay one of Jo’s queer notes of instruction. "I can’t get back to-night. There’s chicken and stuff in the pantry. Donelle’s staying with Marcel Longville."