BOOK XI. THE TORTURE-HOUSEThey sat in the darkness, watching where the starlight gleamed upon the water.
“We had always hope,” she was saying. “How endlessly we hoped!”
“Could we do it now?” he asked; and after a pause, he quoted from the poem—
“Unbreachable the fort Of the long-batter’d world uplifts its wall; And strange and vain the earthly turmoil grows, And near and real the charm of thy repose, And night as welcome as a friend would fall!”
Section 1. Thyrsis came home beaten and crushed,worn out with overwork and worry, his heart black with rage and bitterness and despair. He met Corydon in the park, and she listened to his story, white and terrified. She had swallowed all her disappointment, had stayed at home with the baby while he went with the play; and now the outcome of it
