"Don't ask me that!" she moaned in a tone almost of pain.

"I can stand anything now but that.

Not now--not now!" Her hand was still under his, her fingers lying limp, all the pathos of her suffering in her face: determination to do her duty, horror over the situation, and above them all her overwhelming love for him.
He put his arm about her shoulders and drew her to him.
"You love me, Jane, don't you ?" "Yes, more than all else in the world," she answered simply.

"Too well"-- and her voice broke--"to have you give up your career for me or mine." "Then why should we live apart?
I am willing to do as much for Lucy as you would.

Let me share the care and responsibility.