"God! I can't understand."
She came toward him frankly....
"Amigo mío, have you a right to understand?"
"No, but—see! You and I have often met. I mean: there is a plane of us, who must be loyal to one another. You understand. And to you, to one of us, I don't want to lie. Only certain persons have a right to ask. A father, a mother, a child, a sister or brother or husband. But our destinies touch only, hardly even that. Will never grip, bind. There is no right you have, beyond what—you buy; and there are things—I don't sell."
"I'm sorry," Shane turned aside. "I was just carried away. But I should go."
"Do you want to go?"
"No."
"Then stay. Others stay."
"But—"