She wakes up to the fact that the world is giving her the cold shake. She has nothing left but this love --- she has thrown all the other loves away for this one --- thrown away the world's love for her, thrown away her family's love for her. She has hidden herself away from all other loves to cultivate this one and this one is slipping from her. She too is mentally a stunted, distorted thing from living the dishonest, crouching, lying, little-self life of underhanded love.

He followed his desire for a woman, and to do it he crushed back his desire to be a free, manly man. By experience he has learned that he followed the lesser love. He concludes that if he had it to do over again he would express himself honestly, he would gratify the loves to which he need not stoop. He concludes that he could have loved better had he loved honor more.

He has learned his lesson. He is ready to cast the woman off and turn to his wife, whom he now feels that he might have loved more if he hadn't been so taken up with the clandestine love. He begins to see his wife with new eyes. The relief of not having to lie and sneak is great. His wife wins him again.

Or, his may be the story attributed by some to Nan Patterson and "Caesar" Young. He may have decided to go home to an honest love, or friendship at least, and at the last moment find himself the victim of a desperate woman whose character he has helped to dwarf and distort and whose reputation he has helped her lose. She may be desperate enough to kill him, and perhaps herself.

He has followed his desire for a woman until he waked up to his deeper desire for honest living. Just at the hour when he is ready to shed the lesser desire for the greater he dies. He was badly tangled by the illicit