"Please do not look at me like that," she pleaded. "Surely, you cannot
blame me; you must forgive."
"There is nothing to blame, or forgive, Beth; apparently there is
nothing for me to say, nothing for me to do."
She swayed slowly toward him, resting one hand upon his shoulder.
"But am I right? Won't you tell me if I am right?"
He stood hesitating for a moment, looking down upon that upturned,
questioning face, his gray eyes filled with a loyalty that caused her
heart to throb wildly.
"I do not know, Beth," he said at last, "I do not know; I cannot be
your conscience. I must go out where I can be alone and think; but
never will I come between you and your God."