'All right,' repeated Aylmer ironically; 'all right! Judge calmly! Do the right thing. You know best.' He stopped a moment, and then said, taking his hat: 'I understand now. I see clearly at last. You've had the opportunity and you wouldn't take it; you don't care for me. I'm going.' He went to the door. 'Oh, come back, Aylmer! Don't go like that! You know I care for you, but what could I do? I foresaw this...You know, I can't feel _no_ responsibility about Bruce. I couldn't make my happiness out of someone else's misery. He would have been miserable and, not only that, it would have been his ruin. Bruce could never be safe, happy, or all right, except here.' 'And you think he'll alter, now, be grateful and devoted, I suppose--appreciate you?' 'Do people alter?' she answered. 'I neither know nor care if he will, but you? I could have made you happy. You won't let me. Oh, Edith, how could you torture me like this all the summer?' 'I didn't mean to torture you. We enjoyed being together.' 'Yes. But it makes this so much harder.' 'It would be such a risk!' she answered. 'But is anything worth having unless you're ready to risk every-thing to get it?' 'I _would_ risk everything, for myself. But not for others...If you feel you want to go away,' she said, 'let it be only for a little while.' 'A little while! I hope I shall _never_ see you again! Do you think I'm such a miserable fool--do you think I could endure the position of a tame cat? You forget I'm a man!... No; I'll never see you again now, not if it kills me!' At these words, the first harsh ones she had ever heard from him, her nerves gave way, and she burst into tears. This made him irresolute, for his tender-heartedness almost reached the point of weakness. He went up to her, as she lifted her head, and looked at her once more. Then he said: 'No, you've chosen. You _have_ been cruel to me, and you're too good to him. But I suppose you must carry out your own nature, Edith. I've been the victim. That's all.' 'And won't you be friends?' she said. 'No. I won't and I can't.' He waited one moment more. * * * * * 'If you'll change your mind--you still can--we can still be happy. We can be everything to each other.... Give him up. Give him up.' 'I can't,' said Edith. 'Then, good-bye.' CHAPTER XXIX Intellectual Sympathy 'What are you going to wear tonight, Edith?' 'Oh; anything!' 'Don't say anything. I don't wish you to wear anything. I'm anxious you should look your best, really nice, especially as we haven't been to the Mitchells' for so long. Wear your new blue dress.' 'Very well.' Bruce got up and walked across the room and looked in the glass. 'Certainly, I'm a bit sunburnt,' he remarked thoughtfully. 'But it doesn't suit me badly, not really badly; does it?' 'Not at all.' 'Edith.' 'Yes?' 'If I've spoken about it once, I've spoken about it forty times. This ink-bottle is too full.' 'I'll see about it.'