But--" and she paused, with a wan, drear smile on her lips.
"I understand," he interrupted.

"Don't say it.

I want to think that some day you will feel like saying something else, and I want to hope, Rosalie, that it won't always be like this.

Let us talk about something else." But neither cared to speak for what seemed an hour.

They were in sight of home before the stony silence was broken.