Where was the prophetess?
He saw that she was lying white and breathless, her face hidden against the arm of the chair.
In an instant he was on his knees beside her.
"Marcella!" he could hardly command his voice, but he held her struggling hand against his lips.

"You think that suffering belongs to one class?
Have you really no conception of what you will be dealing to me if you tear yourself away from me ?" She withdrew her hand, sobbing.
"Don't, don't stay near me!" she said; "there is--more--there is something else." Aldous rose.
"You mean," he said in an altered voice, after a pause of silence, "that another influence--another man--has come between us ?" She sat up, and with a strong effort drove back her weeping.
"If I could say to you only this," she began at last, with long pauses, "'I mistook myself and my part in life.

I did wrong, but forgive me, and let me go for both our sakes'-- that would be--well!--that would be difficult,--but easier than this! Haven't you understood at all?
When--when Mr.Wharton came, I began to see things very soon, not in my own way, but in his way.

I had never met any one like him--not any one who showed me such possibilities in _myself_--such new ways of using one's life, and not only one's possessions--of looking at all the great questions.

I thought it was just friendship, but it made me critical, impatient of everything else.