"Nothing's quite what you expect," she said. "I wanted my voyage! I suppose I didn't want—reality! But I'm not a child, Walter. I have courage. This makes no difference really."
"Of course it doesn't—so long as we're together."
"I didn't come to you to make the good times better, but to make the bad times good—to do away with the bad times. That's what you wanted me for; that's what I wanted to do." She rose and faced him. "So I'll always welcome trouble—because then I'm wanted, then I can do what I've come to do."
"Don't talk about trouble, Sibylla. We're going to be very happy."
"Yes, I think so," she said, looking at him with thoughtful eyes. "I think we shall be."
"By God, I love you so!" he burst out suddenly, and then walked off to the window again.
She spread out her hands in an instinctive gesture of deprecation, but her smile was happy.
"That's how I can do what I want to do for you," she said. "That's how I can change your life, and—and find something to do with mine."
He came slowly back towards her, speaking in a low restrained voice:
"It's really no use waiting for the boat. She won't come."