I want you to be.

You will be, won't you?
I did not dream that I was ruining your army career when I--went mad--" "How did it happen, Alixe ?" he asked, with a cold curiosity that chilled her.

"How did it come about ?--wretched as we seemed to be together--unhappy, incapable of understanding each other--" "Phil! There _were_ days--" He raised his eyes.
"You speak only of the unhappy ones," she said; "but there were moments--" "Yes; I know it.

And so I ask you, _why_ ?" "Phil, I don't know.

There was that last bitter quarrel--the night you left for Leyte after the dance.