“It isn’t weak, Regina, to—to love.”
“It’s weak for a soldier to make love an excuse for not fighting.”
“But you’re not a soldier.”
“Oh yes, I am; and so are you. We’re all soldiers now—every one in the world. We keep telling ourselves—we keep telling one another—that we’re fighting for right. It’s our great justification. But what’s the use of fighting for public right if we go and do wrong privately?”
“But it isn’t right for you to throw yourself away on a man you don’t care for.”
“It’s right for me to stand by my word—what is practically my word—till something relieves me from the necessity.”
“And do you think anything ever will?”
“That’s not what I have to consider. If I do what I know I ought to do I’ve only to wait—and let the next thing come.”
“And what you know you ought to do—are you going to do it?”