She was deeply troubled; one hand gripped the horn of her saddle strongly; her lips had parted; she was like one who endures inescapable pain.

He could not tell whether it was the slight breeze which disturbed her blouse or the rapid panting of her breath.
"Of that," she said, "it is hard to speak--it is useless to speak!" "Surely not!" protested the doctor.

"The cause, my dear madame, though perhaps apparently remote from the immediate issue, is of the utmost significance in diagnosis." She broke in rapidly: "This is all I can tell you: he is waiting for something which will never come.

He has missed something from his life which will never come back into it.

Then why should we discuss what it is that he has missed." "To the critical mind," replied the doctor calmly, and he automatically adjusted his glasses closer to his eyes, "nothing is without significance." "It is nearly dark!" she exclaimed hurriedly.