A tremendous impulse seized him to tell her everything; she would understand; she always did understand; and she never allowed herself to be startled.

The most singular occurrences, immediately they touched her, were somehow transformed into credible daily, customary events.

Thus the disaster of the brewery! She had accepted it as though the ruins of breweries were a spectacle to be witnessed at every street-corner.
Yes, he should tell her.

Three minutes ago he had no intention of telling her, or any one, anything.

He decided in an instant.