"They did not quarrel?"

She laughed softly.

"Imagine Maraton quarrelling! I think that he is above such pettiness,
Aaron."

"Graveling is a good fellow and a hard worker," Aaron declared. "The
one thing which he lacks is enthusiasm. He doesn't really feel. He
does his work well because it is his work, not because of what it leads
to."

"You are right," Julia admitted. "He has no enthusiasm. That is why he
never moves people when he speaks. I must go soon, Aaron. Will you lie
down and rest for a time here?"

"Rest!" He looked at her scornfully. "How can one rest! Tell me where
this house of his is? I shall go and wait outside. I must see him."

She glanced at the clock, and paused for a moment to think.

"Aaron," she decided, "I will be late for once. Come with me and I will
take you to him. He was kind to me last night. We will go together to
his house and wait till he is down. Then I will tell him how you have
longed for his coming, and perhaps--"

"Perhaps what?" Aaron interrupted. "You can't escape from it! You have
promised. You shall take me! I am ready to go. Perhaps what?"

"I was only thinking," she went on, "you find it, I know, impossible to