You must eat," she said authoritatively.

"I cannot stay with you now, lest they find out about the bird." He grasped her arm and brought his mouth close to her ear.
"There is no God!" he almost hissed; "no God; not anywhere!" She started.
"Not anywhere!" He ground it out between his teeth, and she felt his hot breath on her cheek.
"Waldo, you are mad," she said, drawing herself from him, instinctively.
He loosened his grasp and turned away from her also.
In truth, is it not life's way?
We fight our little battles alone; you yours, I mine.

We must not help or find help.
When your life is most real, to me you are mad; when your agony is blackest, I look at you and wonder.

Friendship is good, a strong stick; but when the hour comes to lean hard, it gives.

In the day of their bitterest need all souls are alone.
Lyndall stood by him in the dark, pityingly, wonderingly.