enemies. Then the tears swelled in her throat at his
reproach.

"You mean I don't feel things--I'm too hard?"

"No: you're too high...too fine...such things are too far
from you."

He paused, as if conscious of the futility of going on with
whatever he had meant to say, and again, for a short space,
they confronted each other, no longer as enemies--so it
seemed to her--but as beings of different language who had
forgotten the few words they had learned of each other's
speech.

Darrow broke the silence. "It's best, on all accounts, that
I should stay till tomorrow; but I needn't intrude on you;
we needn't meet again alone. I only want to be sure I know
your wishes." He spoke the short sentences in a level voice,
as though he were summing up the results of a business
conference.

Anna looked at him vaguely. "My wishes?"

"As to Owen----

At that she started. "They must never meet again!"

"It's not likely they will. What I meant was, that it
depends on you to spare him..."