"As seems right—as seems right?" He repeated her words. "Yes, you think a great deal about that."
"Of course one must. You are very tired," said Isabel.
"I am very tired. You said just now that pain is not the deepest thing. No—no. But it is very deep. If I could stay———"
"For me you will always be here," she softly interrupted. It was easy to interrupt him.
But he went on, after a moment—
"It passes, after all; it's passing now. But love remains. I don't know why we should suffer so much. Perhaps I shall find out. There are many things in life; you are very young."
"I feel very old," said Isabel.
"You will grow young again. That's how I see you. I don't believe—I don't believe———" And he stopped again; his strength failed him.
She begged him to be quiet now. "We needn't speak to understand each other," she said.
"I don't believe that such a generous mistake as yours can hurt you for more than a little."
"Oh, Ralph, I am very happy now," she cried, through her tears.
"And remember this," he continued, "that if you have been hated, you have also been loved."
"Ah, my brother!" she cried, with a movement of still deeper prostration.
