"John," she said, with sudden conviction, "you're trying to
say something--something that's terribly hard."
Without raising his head, Loder answered her. "Yes," he
answered, "the hardest thing a man ever said--"
His tone was short, almost brusque, but to ears sharpened by
instinct it was eloquent. Without a word Eve took a step
forward, and, standing quite close to him, laid both hands on
his shoulders.
For a space they stood silent, she with her face lifted, he
with averted eyes. Then very gently he raised his hands and
tried to unclasp her fingers. There was scarcely any color
visible in his face, and by a curious effect of emotion it
seemed that lines, never before noticeable, had formed about
his mouth.
"What is it?" Eve asked, apprehensively. "What is it?"
By a swift, involuntary movement she had tightened the
pressure of her fingers; and, without using force, it was
impossible for Loder to unloose them. With his hands pressed
irresolutely over hers, he looked down into her face.
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