Even by your side, and with the well-meant kindness of your family to me, you would suffer; and I have not the courage to let you--even for love's sake." "You are entirely mistaken--" he broke out; but she silenced him with a pretty gesture, intimate, appealing, a little proud.
"No, I am not mistaken, nor am I likely to deceive myself that any woman of your world could ever consider me of it--or could ever forgive you for taking me there.

And that means spoiling life for you.

And I will not!" "Then they can eliminate me, also!" he said, impatiently.
"What logic! When I have tried _so_ hard to make you understand that I will not accept any sacrifice from you!" "It is no sacrifice for me to give up such a--" "You say very foolish and very sweet things to me, Louis, but I could not love you enough to make up to you your unhappiness at seeing me in your world and not a part of it.

Ah, the living ghosts of that world, Louis! Yet _I_ could endure it for myself--a woman can endure anything when she loves; and find happiness, too--if only the man she loves is happy.

But, for a man, the woman is never entirely sufficient.