That was always your cry. How can one do it!
Aubrey.
Well make our calculations solely for the future, talk about the future, think about the future.
Paula.
I believe the future is only the past again, entered through another gate.
Aubrey.
That's an awful belief.
Paula.
To-night proves it. You must see now that, do what we will, go where we will, you'll be continually reminded of—what I was. I see it.
Aubrey.