CONFUSION
Inhisinterestinwhatwasgoingonontheothersideofthewall，Sweetwaterhadforgottenhimself。Daylighthaddeclined，butinthedarknessoftheclosetthischangehadpassedunheeded。Nightitselfmightcome，butthatshouldnotforcehimtoleavehispostsolongashisneighbourremainedbehindhislockeddoor，broodingoverthewordsofloveanddevotionwhichhadcometohim，asitwerefromtheotherworld。
Butwashebrooding?Thatsoundofironclatteringuponiron！
Thatsmotheredexclamationandthelaughwhichendedit！Angeranddeterminationranginthatlaugh。IthadahideoussoundwhichpreparedSweetwaterforthesmellwhichnowreachedhisnostrils。
Theletterswereburning；thistimethelidhadbeenliftedfromthestovewithunrelentingpurpose。PoorEdithChalloner’stouchingwordshadmet，adifferentfatefromanywhichshe，inherignoranceofthisman’snature，-anaturetowhichshehadascribeduntoldperfections-couldpossiblyhaveconceived。