She put the thought from her, but it had had its birth, and it would not down.

He had immense vitality, he was tireless, and abundant in work and industry; he went from one thing to another with ease and swiftly changing eagerness.

Was it all mere force--mere man and mind?
Was there no soul behind it?
There in the laboratory she had laid her hand on the terrier, and prayed in her heart that she might understand him for her own good, her own happiness, and his.

Above all else she wanted to love him truly, and to be loved truly, and duty was to her a daily sacrifice, a constant memorial.

She realised to the full that there lay before her a long race unilluminated by the sacred lamp which, lighted at the altar, should still be burning beside the grave.
Now, as she thought of him, she kept saying to herself: "We should have worked out his life together.