Oh! it is too disappointing! Can we do anything ?" She looked at her companion with troubled eyes.

This incursion of something sadly and humanly real seemed suddenly to have made it natural to be standing beside him there at that strange hour.

Her conscience was soothed.
Wharton shook his head.
"I don't see what we could do.

How strong the instinct is! I told you that woman had a secret.

Well, it is only one form--the squalid peasant's form--of the same instinct which sends the young fellows of our class ruffling it and chancing it all over the world.