Let him leave her there, and then go back after a long time when he gets to be an old man.

Fix it up some way to make it natural.

Have him go down to see her and never come up again, see?
And leave the reader in doubt as to whether it was an accident or whether he did it on purpose." Condy choked back a whoop and smote his knee.

"Blix, you're the eighth wonder! Magnificent--glorious! Say!"-- he fixed her with a glance of curiosity--"you ought to take to story-writing yourself." "No, no," she retorted significantly.

"I'll just stay with my singing and be content with that.