"Because," he replied, "it seems too good to be true. I was thinking, hoping, that perhaps I might persuade you to come there for good, and never go away."
"Ah," she interrupted him, "you're not going to say that?"
"Why not?" he asked.
"Because we've been such friends," she answered, "and it's quite impossible."
"Are you sure?"
"Perfectly. And oh, I didn't want you to say it."
"But can't we be friends still?" he insisted.
"With all my heart, if you'll forget this mad dream. It would have been impossible, even if I were free. Your people would never have accepted me, and I would only have been a drag on you."
"No, no!" he denied vehemently.
"There," she said, "we won't talk about it. You've been one of the best friends I ever had, and—what's in that locket you wear?"