I'll come away with you.

I'll do anything if only you will let me be with you." "No, I must go alone." "But it can't matter--it can't matter.

I'm so unimportant.

You shall do what you feel is your duty--only let me be there." "No, I must go alone." She began to cry, bitter, miserable, sobbing, sitting on the floor, away from him.

Her crying was the only sound in the room.
He bent and touched her--"Margaret dear--you make it so hard." At last, in that strange beautiful way that she had, control seemed suddenly to come to her; she stood up and looked as though she had, in that brief moment, lived a thousand years of sorrow.
"You will come back ?" "I swear that I will come back to you." "I--I--will--wait for you." There, in the dim, unreal room, as they had stood once before, now, standing, they were wrapt together.