Then the laughter ceased and she said: "There will be danger ?" "None," he cried.
"Yes--from sickness, and--" her voice broke in a sob--"I shall not be near." "I will take great care, Sylvia.

Be sure of that," he answered.

"Now that I have you, I will take great care," and leaning toward her, as she sat with her hands clasped upon her knees, he touched her hair with his lips very tenderly.
"Oh, Hilary, what will I do?
Till you come back to me! What will I do ?" "I have thought of it, Sylvia.

I thought this.

It might be better if, for these months--they will not pass quickly, my dear, either for you or me.
They will be long slow months for both of us.