It is my hard task to look into the future for you." "Can't you understand," she whispered feverishly, "that I would rather have that six years of your life, and its aftermath, than an eternity with any other man?
Bend down your head, Stephen." Her hands were clasped around his neck, her lips forced his.

For a moment they remained so, while the room swam around her and her heart throbbed like a mad thing.

Then she slowly unlocked her arms and drew away.

As though unconscious of what she was doing, she found herself rubbing her lips softly with her handkerchief.

She threw herself back in her chair a little recklessly.
"Very well, Stephen," she said, "you know your heart best.