"I have known nothing of the life you live. I wanted to see it for myself. I wanted—to bring it near."
He drew quite close to her, his face pale, his eyes burning.
"Near!" he repeated. "To bring it near. Do you—do you know what you have said?"
"To bring it near," she said again, with no less deliberateness than before, but with a strange softness.
Just for to-day, she had told herself, she would try the sensation of being swept onward by the stream. But she weighed herself as she spoke, and weighed him and his passion, and her power against its force.
But he came no closer to her. He did not attempt to touch even her hand or her dress. His own hands fell helplessly at his sides, and he stood still before her.
"Oh, God!" he said in a hushed voice, "How happy I am!"
