“I must know more of the details of the question before I can give any advice,” said John. “John,” said Elinor, raising herself in her chair, “here are all the details that are necessary. I have come away. I have come home, finding that life was impossible there. That is the whole matter. It may be, probably it is, my own fault. It is simply that life became impossible. You know you said that I was not one to endure, to put up with things. I scoffed at you then, for I did not expect to have anything to put up with; but you were quite right, and life had become impossible--that is all there is any need to say.” “To me, yes,” said John, “but not enough, Elinor, if it ever has to come within the reach of the law.” “But why should it come within the reach of the law? You, John, you are a lawyer; you know the rights of everything. I thought you might have arranged it all. Couldn’t you try to make a kind of a bargain? What bargain? Oh, am I a lawyer, do I know? But you, John, who have it all at your fingers’ ends, who know what can be done and what can’t be done, and the rights that one has and that another has! Dear John! if you were to try, don’t you think that you could settle it all, simply as between people who don’t want any exposure, any struggle, but only to be quiet and to be let alone?” “Elinor, I don’t know what I could do with so little information as I have. To know that you found your life impossible is enough for me. But you know most people are right in their own eyes. If we have some one opposed to us who thinks, for instance, that the fault was yours?” “Well,” she cried, eagerly, “I am willing to accept that: say that the fault was mine! You could confirm it, that it was likely to be mine. You could tell them what an impatient person I was, and that you said I was not one to try an experiment, for I never, never could put up with anything. John, you could be a witness as well as an advocate. You could prove that you always expected--and that I am quite, quite willing to allow that it was I----” “Elinor, if I could only make you understand what I mean! I am told that I am not to mention any names?” “No, no names, no names! What is the good? We both know very well what we mean.” “But I don’t know very well what you mean. Don’t you see that if it is your fault--if the other party is innocent--there can be no reason in the world why he should consent to renounce his rights. It is not a mere matter of feeling. There is right in it one way or another--either on your side or else on the other side; and if it is on the other side, why should a man give up what belongs to him, why should he renounce what is--most dear to him?” “Oh, John, John, John!” she made this appeal and outcry, clasping her hands together with a mixture of supplication and impatience. Then turning to her mother--“Oh, tell him,” she cried, “tell him!”--always clasping those impatient yet beseeching hands.