Hurstwoodbegantofeeladeepsympathyforherandforhimself。
Hecouldalmostfeelthatshewastalkingtohim。Hewas，bya，combinationoffeelingsandentanglements，almostdeludedbythat，qualityofvoiceandmannerwhich，likeapatheticstrainof，music，seemseverapersonalandintimatething。Pathoshasthis，quality，thatitseemseveraddressedtoonealone。
“Andyet，shecanbeveryhappywithhim，“wentonthelittle，actress。”Hersunnytemper，herjoyousfacewillbrightenany，home。”
Sheturnedslowlytowardtheaudiencewithoutseeing。Therewas，somuchsimplicityinhermovementsthatsheseemedwhollyalone。
Thenshefoundaseatbyatable，andturnedoversomebooks，devotingathoughttothem。