It is impulse that is beyond
calculation, and for his own or another's impulses no wise man will
answer.
Ideala continued to droop.
"She will never get over it;" I said to Claudia one day, when we were
alone together.
"Indeed she will," Claudia answered, confidently. "Out of the depth of
your profound ignorance of natural history do you speak, my brother. I
dread the reaction, though. When it comes she will be overwhelmed with
shame; but it will come. All this is only a phase. She is in a state of
transition now. It is her pride that makes her nurse her grief, and
will not let her give him up. She cannot bear to think that she, of all
women in the world, should have been the victim of anything so trivial
as a passing fancy. Not that it would have been a passing fancy if they
had not been separated; but as it is--why, no fire can burn without
fuel."
Claudia had evidently changed her mind, and she might be right; but my
own fear was that her first impression would be justified, and that
Ideala would never be able to take a healthy interest in anything
again.
"I cannot care," was her constant complaint.
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