"No," she interrupted, "I won't tell him that. I'll say that I've tried my best to be a good wife, that I've tried as best I knew to make him happy. I'll say I've--" she choked on the word--"I'll say I've failed. I'll tell him I can do no more, that I do not believe I can ever do any better than I have done, and ask him to tell me frankly whether or not he prefers to be free. That's all." [Sidenote: How Different?] "That isn't enough. You have rights----" "We're not speaking of my rights," she said, coldly. "We're speaking of his." A silence fell between them, tense and awkward. The open gate between them had turned gently upon its hinges, then closed, with a suggestion of finality. The clock struck the half hour. Outside, the cricket still chirped cheerily, regardless of the great issues of life and love. "Come outside," Alden pleaded, taking her hand in his. "No," she said, but she did not withdraw her hand. "Come, dear--come!" He led her out upon the veranda where the moon made far-reaching shadows with the lattice and the climbing rose, then returned for chairs, the same two in which they had sat the night before. She was the first to break the pause. "How different it all is!" she sighed. "Last night we sat here in the moonlight, just where we are now. In twenty-four hours, everything has changed." "The face of all the world is changed, I think, Since first I heard the footsteps of thy soul." he quoted softly. [Sidenote: When They Knew] "When did you--know?" she asked. "The night I read Rossetti to you and kissed your arm, do you remember? It rushed upon me like an overwhelming flood. When did you know?" "I think I've always known--not the fact, exactly, but the possibility of it. The first night I came, I knew that you and I could care a great deal for each other--not that we ever would, but merely that we might, under different circumstances. In a way, it was as though a set of familiar conditions might be seen in a different aspect, or in a different light." "From the first," he said, "you've meant a great deal to me, in every way. I was discontented, moody, restless, and unhappy when you came. That was mainly responsible for----" He hesitated, glanced at her, accepted her nod of understanding, and went on. "I've hated the vineyard and the rest of my work. God only knows how I've hated it! It's seemed sometimes that I'd die if I didn't get away from it. Mother and I had it out one day, and finally I decided to stay, merely to please her. Because I had nothing more to do than to make her happy, I determined to make the best of things. You've made me feel that, in a way, it's myself that's at stake. I want to take it and make it widely known among vineyards, as it has been--for my own sake, and for yours." [Sidenote: A Corner Turned]