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122 "Another proof," remarked Vincent quietly, "that we hail from the same little spot in the great wide firmament—for I made a similar vow."

Six days later Elizabeth and Vincent stood alone under the dark starless sky that hid them even from the silent gaze of the surrounding mountains.

"I don't want to care for anybody," Elizabeth was saying tearfully, fearfully. "I don't want to."

"I know—I know you don't," Vincent was replying. "I didn't want to, either."

"I can work—I can serve better, if I don't care for anybody," she murmured against his shoulder.

"I know—that's what I said, too."

"Oh, I don't want to love you. I don't want to!" she whispered, and clung to him a little closer.