Couldn't you go North before I--before my unhappiness becomes too real--too hard ?--couldn't you go before it is too late--and leave me my peace of mind, my common sense!" He looked around at her.

"Yes," he said, "I will go if there is no decent chance for us; and if it is not too late." "I have my common senses still left.

It is not too late." There was a silence.

"I will go," he said very quietly.
"W-when ?" "The day we return." "Can you leave your work ?" "Yes.

Halloran knows." "And--you _will_ go ?" "Yes, if you wish it." Another silence.