"Do? Leave. Demand your own life."
"Leave Anne!"
Katya shrugged. Why did she love this boy looking at her like a frightened baby?
"Do you want to go on like this forever?"
The future opened before Roger, all the years to the end faced by the lacquer screen, the almost silent meals, the never-ceasing need for watchfulness, artificial and unfree.
"No," he said slowly. "No."
"Then don't."
"There's—Rogie."
With a broken laugh, Katya got down from the window sill.
"And, in a few years, there will probably be others. Then your 'duty' will be still clearer."