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Rh Her eyes filled with tears. He was very much moved:

"No, Constance, no," he mumbled.

"Henri, have the courage to be honest. Have the courage and do not be weak. Be a man. I am only a woman and I have the courage."

"Constance, people . . ."

"No, Henri, you must not hesitate because of people. If we cannot do it, it would be because of Addie. But I like to think that, if he understands, he will not suffer through it. He must not suffer through it: that would be selfish of him; and he is not selfish."

"No, Constance, no!" he protested again.

"Think it over, Henri," she repeated. "Think it all out. I shall think of Addie also. You know how passionately devoted I am to him. But . . ."

"Constance, it is all too late."

"But think it over, Henri."

"Yes, yes, Constance, I shall . . . I shall think it over."

"And, if we decide upon it . . . let us do it . . . let us decide to do it with something of affection for each other . . ."

"Yes, Constance . . . yes, with affection . . . You are nice . . . you are kind . . ."

He looked at her, his chest heaving with emotion; a haze dimmed the boyish glance of his eyes. She had meant to go, quietly, to leave him alone. She