"Fortunately that wasn't needed."
"But if it should be needed in the future—"
"I hope it won't be."
"But if it should be?"
"Oh, then we'd—we'd see."
"So that for now it's—" that note stole into her voice again, and with a wistful question in the intonation—"for now it's—it's good-by?"
"Only for now."
She seemed to grasp at something. "What do you mean by that?"
"Oh, just that—that the future—"
"I hate the future."