"There was a Fate in it," she said. "Everything was against me. When I said good-by to--to the person I wished to escape from--though I did not admit to myself then that it was from him I wished to escape--when I said good-by, I thought it was almost the same thing as saying good-by forever. I had always told myself that I was too superficial to be troubled by anything long, and that I could always forget anything I was determined to put behind me. I had done it before, and I fancied I could do it then, and that when I came back in the winter I should have got over my moods, and be stronger physically, and not be emotional any more. I meant to take the children and give them every hour of my days, and live out-of-doors in a simple, natural way, until I was well. I always called it getting well. But when he came to say good-by--it was very hard. It was so hard that I was terrified again. He spent the evening with us, and the hours slipped away--slipped away, and every time the clock struck my heart beat so fast that, at last, instead of beating, it seemed only to tremble and make me weak. And at last he got up to go; and I could not believe that it was true, that he was really going, until he went out of the door. And then so much seemed to go with him, and we had only said a few commonplace words--and it was the last--last time. And it all rushed upon me, and my heart leaped in my side, and--and I went to him. There was no other way. And, O Agnes"-- "I know--I know!" said Agnes, brokenly. "But--try not to do that! It is the worst thing you can do--to cry so." "He did not know why I came," Bertha said. "I don't know what he thought. I don't know what I said. He looked pale and startled at first, and then he took my hand in both his and spoke to me. I have seen him hold Janey's hand so--as if he could not be gentle enough. And he said it was always hard to say good-by, and would I remember--and his voice was quite unsteady--would I remember that if I should ever need any help he was ready to be called. I had treated him badly and coldly that very evening, but it was as if he forgot it. And I forgot, too, and for just one little moment we were near each other, and there was nothing in our hearts but sadness and kindness, as if we had been friends who had the right to be sad at parting. And we said good-by again--and he went away. "I fought very hard in those next two months, and I was very determined. I never allowed myself time to think in the daytime. I played with the children and read to them and walked with them, and when night came I used to be tired out; but I did not sleep. I laid awake trying to force my thoughts back, and when morning broke it seemed as if all my strength was spent. And I did not get well. And, when it all seemed at the worst, suddenly Janey was taken ill, and I thought she would die, and I was all alone, and I sent for papa"-- She broke off with the ghost of a bitter little laugh.