“Why impossible? I have money. It will more than suffice for all our needs, nay, it will give us all the luxuries we can sigh for.”
“It is not that, but you forget——”
“No, Ezra, I don’t forget, but I want you to forget. I want you to draw a wet sponge over the recollection of the past and begin anew. It is not too late.”
“You don’t know what you are saying, Madame. You cannot mean it.”
“I do mean it, and I know what it means. You have no tie——”
Ezra shivered.
“Neither have I. We are both free to make our lives what we list.”
“You mistake, we are both tied by all our past lives, and with bonds that may not be lightly broken. We are tied by our own feelings as well as by the good opinion of the world at large.”
Madame snapped her fingers with scorn.
“That for the world at large and its opinions. Do you remember what I told you about my father and my birth? Thank God, I have no name to lose.”