“I don’t know.”
“Then I may see you again?”
“I don’t know.”
“Oh, yes, I shall. Well, I must go. Shall I say good-bye now?—that was what you wanted, was it not?”
“To say good-bye?”
“Yes.”
“No—it wasn’t—I wanted, I wanted to ask you——”
“What?” she cried.
“You don’t know, Lettie, now the old life’s gone, everything—how I want you—to set out with—it’s like beginning life, and I want you.”
“But what could I do—I could only hinder—what help should I be?”