"Let our parting be forever!" "Forever!" he repeated, following her into the window alcove, although thirty pairs of eyes regarded them.

"You cannot mean that.

At least, I deserve--have earned--your friendship by what I have undergone for you.
Let me have a word of hope! Though divorce is not allowed in this country, death befalls any man, for while your statisticians figure out that the married live longest, they do not assert that they are immortal.

Clemenceau dead, his widow may remarry.

You say he is an enthusiast--one of those college-growths which run to seed without any fruit.