[swallows painfully]
and it's so foolish that even Jim Cooley can write me letters making fun of it!
ETHEL
You'll find her some day—you'll find some one to fulfil that vision—and I shall think of you in your old house among the beech-trees. I shall think of you often with her, listening to her voice in the twilight. And I shall be far away from that sensible, kindly life—keeping the promise that I have made,
[falters]
and living out—my destiny.[pg 165]
PIKE
[gravely]
What destiny?
ETHEL