Please don't try to see me, and please don't write.

It wouldn't make either one of us any happier.

You must know that.
"As ever your friend, "BILLY." Bertram, when he read it, grew only a shade more white, a degree more sick at heart.

Then he kissed the letter gently and put it away with the other.
To Bertram, the thing was very clear.

Billy had come now to the conclusion that it would be wrong to give herself where she could not give her heart.