"For that! No!" he said. Then after a while he added: "But there's the rest of things."
"What rest of things?" she said.
"Sir Clifford. Other folks. All the complications."
"Why complications?" she said, disappointed.
"It's always so. For you as well as for me. There's always complications." He walked on steadily in the dark.
"And are you sorry?" she said.
"In a way!" he replied, looking up at the sky. "I thought I'd done with it all. Now I've begun again."
"Begun what?"
"Life."
"Life!" she re-echoed, with a queer thrill.