‘There now! Speak away.’
‘Look here, dear Violet, you must not talk about this any more. Some things are possible and some are impossible. This is absolutely, finally impossible. We can never go back upon the past. It is finished and done with.’
‘Then what did you come here for?’
‘To bid you good-bye.’
‘A Platonic good-bye.’
‘Of course.’
‘In a private room at Mariani’s.’
‘Why not?’
She laughed bitterly.
‘You were always a little mad, Frankie.’