We stand no chance.

It means a rupture of all his relations; and a drifting--not into our world, not into his, but into a horrible midway void, peopled by derelicts....

I know, dear, believe me.

And I say that to fall in love is no good, no use, for us.
We've been spoiled for what we might once have found satisfactory.

We are people without a class, you and I." Valerie laughed: "That gives us the more liberty, doesn't it ?" "It's up to us, dear.