So let us blot them out for ever.
Come to me, Catherine, and help me to forget." She looked at him with strained eyes.
"Philip," she said, "I must understand you.

I must understand what has made you the man you are." "Fifteen years in hell has done it," he answered, fiercely.

"Not even my memory shall ever take me back." "If I marry you," she said, "remember that I marry your past as well as your future.

And there are things--which need explanation." "Well ?" "You have been married." "She is dead." "You have a son." He reeled as though he had been struck, and the silence between them was as the silence of tragedy.
"You see," she continued, "I am bound to ask you to lift the curtain a little.

Fate or instinct, or whatever you may like to call it, has led me a little way.