"Afraid of what?"
"Afraid of everything. You don't know—but we're abysses. At least I'm one!" he groaned. He seemed to sound this depth. "There are other things. They go back far."
"Don't tell me all," said Jean. She had evidently enough to turn over. "What will become of her?" she asked.
"God knows. She goes forth."
"And Mr. Vidal with her?"
"Mr. Vidal with her."
Jean gazed at the tragic picture. "Because he still loves her?"
"Yes," said Tony Bream.
"Then what will he do?"
"Put the globe between them. Think of her torture," Tony added.
Jean looked as if she tried. "Do you mean that?"
He meant another matter. "To have only made us free."
Jean protested with all her woe. "It's her triumph—that our freedom is horrible!"
Tony hesitated; then his eyes distinguished in
