I don't want it so--now.

I can't--can't have it so." She came nearer to him again and caught with her two hands the lapels of his coat.

He closed his own over them and looked down at her in that half-detachment, which still claimed and held her.
"Advena," he whispered, out of the sudden clamour in his mind, "she can't be--she isn't--nothing has happened to her ?" She smiled faintly, but her eyes were again full of fear at his implication of the only way.
"Oh, no!" she said.

"But you have been away, and she has come.

I have seen her; and oh! she won't care, Hugh--she won't care." Her asking, straining face seemed to gather and reflect all the light there was in the shifting night about them.