It is impossible.

I would rather suffer my own fate than have you do that.
When we reach the other shore you must leave me." She was struggling to keep back her emotion, fighting to hold it within her own breast.
"You must go back," she repeated, staring into his set face.

"If you don't, you will be hurt terribly, terribly!" And then, suddenly, she slipped lower among the cushions he had placed for her, and buried her face in one of them with a moaning grief that cut to his soul.

She was sobbing now, like a child.

In this moment Philip forgot all restraint.