"Is it not Rowan?" She waited awhile without change of posture and answered at length without change of tone: "Yes, it is Rowan." The stillness of the room became intense and prolonged; the rustling of the leaves about the window sounded like noise. "Are you not going to marry him, Isabel?" "No, I am not going to marry him. I am never going to marry him." She stretched out her hand helplessly to him. He would not take it and it fell to her side: at that moment he did not dare. But of what use is it to have kept faith with high ideals through trying years if they do not reward us at last with strength in the crises of character? No doubt they rewarded him now: later he reached down and took her hand and held it tenderly. "You must not go away. You must be reconciled, to him. Otherwise it will sadden your whole summer. And it will sadden his." "Sadden, the whole summer," she repeated, "a summer? It will sadden a life. If there is eternity, it will sadden eternity." "Is it so serious?" "Yes, it is as serious as anything, could be." After a while she sat up wearily and turned her face to him for the first time. "Cannot you help me?" she asked. "I do not believe I can bear this. I do not believe I can bear it." Perhaps it is the doctors who hear that tone oftenest--little wonder that they are men so often with sad or with calloused faces. "What can I do?" "I do not know what you can do. But cannot you do something? You were the only person in the world that I could go to. I did not think I could ever come to you; but I had to come. Help me." He perceived that commonplace counsel would be better than no counsel at all. "Isabel," he asked, "are you suffering because you have wronged Rowan or because you think he has wronged you?" "No, no, no," she cried, covering her face with her hands, "I have not wronged him! I have not wronged any one! He has wronged me!" "Did he ever wrong you before?" "No, he never wronged me before. But this covers everything--the whole past." "Have you ever had any great trouble before, Isabel?" "No, I have never had any great trouble before. At times in my life I may have thought I had, but now I know." "You do not need to be told that sooner or later all of us have troubles that we think we cannot bear." She shook her head wearily: "It does not do any good to think of that! It does not help me in the least!" "But it does help if there is any one to whom we can tell our troubles." "I cannot tell mine." "Cannot you tell me?" "No, I believe I wish you knew, but I could not tell you. No, I do not even wish you to know." "Have you seen Kate?" She covered her face with her hands again: "No, no, no," she cried, "not Kate!" Then she looked up at him with eyes suddenly kindling: "Have you heard what Kate's life has been since her marriage?" "We have all heard, I suppose."