Why--do you look like that?
I'm not a child." Her voice quivered a little in spite of her.

Why did he look like that?
The compassion in his eyes smote her with a strange pain.
Why--why was he sorry for her?
He saw her rising agitation, and spoke, slowly, choosing his words.
"The fact is, Guy isn't what you take him for--isn't the right man for you.

Nothing on this earth can make him so now, whatever he may have been once.

He's taken the wrong turning, and there's no getting back." She gazed at him with wide eyes.

Her lips felt stiff and cold.
"What--what--do you mean, please ?" she said.
She saw his hands clench.