else. You can't take that back. It is not right that you should. Doesn't the God you believe in allow His creatures happiness, Jennifer? And if He does why should you deny it to us both?"
"Because this would not be the way to get it," she said.
He went to her and took her hand and led her back to the couch.
"Come here and sit down," he said. "You are not fit to stand. If we have got to go over this again I suppose we have got to. But we have not gone into it lightly, you and I. To disobey man's law means very little to me. Perhaps I know too many of the reasons why he makes many of them. And I do not"
He stopped suddenly. He could not say that he did not believe in a God now.
"You—you believe in a God," he muttered, hardly knowing what he said.
"In my God and in my conscience," said Jennifer. "Dick, I have got to help Harry still if he needs help. He is my husband. I can't let him utterly go to ruin. Oh, there is something in me which tells me that I can't."
She pressed her hands over her heart again, looking at him with her wide, wistful eyes. He could not meet that look. But in some way it angered him. What was that thing in Tempest and in Jennifer which commanded them apart from their hearts and their human wills? It was a power that they dare not disobey; that they would not disobey though all that was flesh in them cried out against it. He felt afraid; groping in the dark below them. That great Eye seemed moving down from the horizon of the world again. Jennifer could stand up before it. Tempest could. But he could not. He wanted his own will, and he hated that which denied it to him.
"And don't you think I want help?" he said bitterly.
"Yes. But I can only give it to you by being away from you."
"If you'd be good enough not to talk sophistries or enigmas—I beg your pardon. I don't know what I am saying."
He sprang up and walked through the room several times. Then he came back, beginning boldly:
"I tell you I need you more than Ducane does. As
