"Eugenia," he said, gravely, "from you, these are terrible words." "I know they are," she said bitterly, "but I believe they are true. I married under a double delusion. But I believe I could have endured the one great disappointment of finding how I had overestimated my--my-- never mind. I say, I think I could have learnt to bear my many disappointments, and make the best of my materials, had my other belief, my sheet anchor, not failed me as it has done. By the light of what I now know, I can see that for some time its hold has been growing feeble and uncertain on me, and in consequence my strength has decreased, my good resolutions have faded, till now I have nothing to hold to. I hardly care where I drift--what does it matter?" "What does it matter?" broke out Gerald, indignantly. "Eugenia, do you know what you are saying? Oh, you foolish, presumptuous child! Does duty depend on inclination, do obligations cease to bind us when they become difficult or painful? Allowing that you have been deceived, allowing that you have found your life essentially other than you expected, does that set you free from responsibility? The world is bad enough already, but what it would be if we all regulated our conduct by your principles, I should shudder to think. And the cowardliness of it too! Eugenia, I thought you a woman incapable of thus deserting your post!" The colour had mounted to Eugenia's pale face, but the tears had ceased to flow. "You are very hard, Gerald," she said at last. "You cannot possibly estimate my position correctly. I left my husband because I felt I should grow worse if I stayed, grow worse myself, and make him grow so too. For my belief in him once shattered, _no_ link remained between us, no common ground on which we could meet. What could be the end of such a life?" "What will be the end of the one you have chosen for yourself, and forced upon him?" asked Gerald. "Duties once discarded, we are not immediately allowed to console ourselves with others of our own choosing, as you will find to your cost. What are you intending to do-- why did you come here?" "I don't know. It just came into my mind. I meant to wait here till something could be settled for the future. My husband is not the sort of man to force me to return: he is too proud. I don't want any money from him. I have enough of my own. I suppose some sort of separation could be agreed upon. I have heard of such things." She spoke with a sort of dreary indifference. "And, in the meantime, why come here alone? Why not go to Sydney." "I did," she said. Then she went on to tell him why she had left his brother's house. "Frank evidently disapproved of me altogether," she remarked, "and even Sydney seemed to think I greatly exaggerated things."