She was soul-sick, heartsick.

Even he, as he attempted to soothe her, realized clearly that to establish the reality of his love in her belief he would have to make some much greater effort to entertain and comfort her, and that this, in his present mood, and with his leaning toward promiscuity, was practically impossible.

For the time being a peace might be patched up, but in view of what she expected of him--her passion and selfish individuality--it could not be.

He would have to go on, and she would have to leave him, if needs be; but he could not cease or go back.

He was too passionate, too radiant, too individual and complex to belong to any one single individual alone..