capacity； she carefully dried his face。 He remained motionless
all the while。 Then she drew his cheek to hers and kissed him。
His face was cold。 Her heart was hurt。 She saw the tears welling
quickly to his eyes again。 As if he were a child； she again
wiped away his tears。 By now she herself was on the point of
weeping。 Her underlip was caught between her teeth。
So she sat still； for fear of her own tears； sitting close by
him； holding his hand warm and close and loving。 Meanwhile the
car ran on； and a soft； midsummer dusk began to gather。 For a
long while they sat motionless。 Only now and again her hand
closed more closely； lovingly； over his hand； then gradually
relaxed。
The dusk began to fall。 One or two lights appeared。 The
driver drew up to light his lamps。 Skrebensky moved for the
first time； leaning forward to watch the driver。 His face had
always the same still； clarified； almost childlike look；
impersonal。
They saw the driver's strange； full； dark face peering into
the lamps under drawn brows。 Ursula shuddered。 It was the face
almost of an animal yet of a quick； strong； wary animal that had
them within its knowledge； almost within its power。 She clung
closer to Krebensky。
〃My love？〃 she said to him； questioningly； when the car was
again running in full motion。
He made no movement or sound。 He let her hold his hand； he
let her reach forward； in the gathering darkness； and kiss his
still cheek。 The crying had gone by……he would not cry any
more。 He was whole and himself again。
〃My love；〃 she repeated； trying to make him notice her。 But
as yet he could not。