Let's try to forget it for to-night, at least.

You're tired, worn out.

I'm almost tired myself, with all this war between us." She was silent as they slowly advanced, silent as a prisoner facing prison doors; but he still went on, arguing.
"Think of what you could do here, how happy we could be here.
Think of what we could do, together.

There isn't anything I wouldn't try to do.

Why, I could do _anything_; and I'd bring everything I got, everything, back to you,--and set it down at your feet and say, 'I brought you this.' What would I care for it, alone?
What does it mean to me?
What glory or success do I want?
Without you, what does all this world, all my life, all I can do, mean to me after this?
I knew long ago I couldn't be happy, but I didn't know why, I know now what I wanted, all along.