"Love is a thing you cannot always manage. I would have understood. Love just came to us and when it got hurt, I did wrong in going to Tom Gavot, my husband. But you see he had helped me before. It was wrong, but there did not seem to be any other way. I think I felt I had to make it impossible—for—for Mr. Norval to do anything." "But, my child, of course—Norval wronged you by withholding the whole truth. Still, I wish he could have spoken for himself, not left it for me." "You have done it beautifully, Man-Andy!" The name fell lingeringly from Donelle’s lips. Law had urged her to call him by it. It was February now and still Law lingered. He could hardly have told why, but Canada seemed more homelike to him than the States. He was one of the first to resent his country’s holding back from entering the terrific struggle that was sucking the other countries into its hellish maw. "If I cannot bear a gun," Law often vowed in Jo’s upper chamber, "I’ll hang around close to them who are bearing them. The boys will be coming back soon, some of the hurt chaps, I’ll lend a hand here in Canada." So he remained and the little white house was happy in its welcome. Law went among the people. He became a constant visitor in Father Mantelle’s house; went with the old priest to the homes, already bereaved, because of the son or father who had marched away and would never come back. The war dealt harshly with the men of Canada who, counting not the cost, went grimly to the front and took the heavier blows with no thought of turning back. "And, Man-Andy," Donelle was talking quietly while Law smoked by the fire, "I have often thought that Mr. Norval"—the stilted words were shy—"might have felt that I came first. He might have." "I think he might." The cloud of smoke rose higher. "That would have been like him." "But it wouldn’t have been right. The big love we couldn’t help, but he once told me that it was our part to keep it holy. If—if—he forgot for a minute, Man-Andy, it was for me to remember. I think I was afraid I might _not_, and that was why something drove me to Tom, my husband." Law winced at the constant reiteration of the "husband." It was as if she were forcing him to keep the facts clearly in mind. "I wouldn’t have had my love be anything but what I knew him, Man-Andy. And now I am almost happy thinking of him doing what is right. It’s better, even if it is hard." "Yes, I suppose so!" And Law knew whereof he spoke. "But you?" he lifted his eyes to Donelle’s white, sweet face. "I? Why, it is all right for me, Man-Andy. You see, there are many kinds of love, and Tom, my husband, why, I love him. He is strong, and oh! so safe. When his country does not need him any more, I will make him happy. I can. I am sure I can, for Tom is not one who wants all. He has had so little in his life that he will be glad, very glad with me. He has the big love, too, Man-Andy."