"And you admit you love me!" he cried. "You admit it!"
"But of course. Don't—don't be so silly!"
"But I can't do it. I can't let you go!" he broke out again. "And would you have me marry Edith, you, who talk about the sacredness of love?"
Elizabeth pushed him gently away from her.
"I don't know. I haven't had room in me to think about that," she said. "It has taken me, well—all my time to think about us."
He was silent a moment,
"Do you think she will let me go, when she knows?" he asked.
"I think she does know. At least I think she guesses."
"Well?"
"I can't tell. But I think she loves you. I am sure she loves you. And it is hard to let go a person one loves."