"When I touched it I was touching you."
She put his hand to her breast and whispered, "I love birds."
He smiled. "I knew you loved them; and best free. All birds must fly in their own air."
"Yes," she said. "But their freedom only means their power to choose what air they'll fly in. And every choice is a cage too."
"I shall leave the door open, child."
"I shall never fly out," said Helen.
"You talked of going away."
"Yes. But not from you."
"Am I to go with you always, following chance and making no plans?"
"Will you? You are the only plan I ever made. Will you leave everything else but me to chance? Perhaps it will lead us all over the earth; and perhaps after all we shall not go very far. But I never could see ahead, except one thing."