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 to me yesterday about leaving town, when—when we got married."

She went to him and put her hands on his shoulders.

"Dearest—if it is as you say, I will have to go away. Helge, Helge! What shall we do?"

"I am going," he said abruptly, lifting her hands from his shoulders and pressing them against his face.

They stood a moment in silence.

"But I must go too. Can you not understand? As long as I thought your mother absurd, even common, I could keep my countenance, but now it is different. You should not have said it, Helge—even if you are mistaken. I cannot go there any more with that on my mind. Whether she is justified or not, I cannot meet her eyes. I shall not be myself, and I shall look guilty."

"Come," said Helge, leading her to the sofa and sitting down beside her.

"I am going to ask you a question. Do you love me, Jenny?"

"You know I do," she said quickly, as if frightened.

He took her cold hand between both of his: "I know you did once—though, God knows, I never understood why. But I knew it was true when you said so. You were loving and kind to me, and I was happy, but I was always afraid of a time coming when you would not love me any longer."

She looked up in his face, saying: "I am very, very fond of you, Helge."

"I know," he answered, with a shadow of a smile. "I don't think you turn cold all at once to somebody you have loved—you are not that kind. I know that you don't wish to make me suffer, and that you will suffer yourself the moment you understand that you don't love me any longer. I love you above everything."

He bent his head in tears. She put her arms round him.