"Don't! It's useless. I know everything. Nothing you can
say will help."

At the direct affirmation he turned even paler, and his
eyes, which he kept resolutely fixed on her, confessed his
misery.

"You allow me no voice in deciding that?"

"Deciding what?"

"That there's nothing more to be said?" He waited for her to
answer, and then went on: "I don't even know what you mean
by 'everything'."

"Oh, I don't know what more there is! I know enough. I
implored her to deny it, and she couldn't...What can you and
I have to say to each other?" Her voice broke into a sob.
The animal anguish was upon her again--just a blind cry
against her pain!

Darrow kept his head high and his eyes steady. "It must be
as you wish; and yet it's not like you to be afraid."

"Afraid?"

"To talk things out--to face them."

"It's for YOU to face this--not me!"