“For me to do what?”
“To get rid of your old—” Again he stopped, and then, with an effect of rather bitter patience, “Of course for you he’s the dominating thought up here among the ice.”
“No!”
“Do you mean to say he hasn’t been in your mind a hundred times? Continually?”
“Not continually, because—”
“Well, a hundred remembrances would satisfy most men,” he said.
“Would it satisfy you, Louis?”
“No, I should want all, and I know there’s no chance of getting all here.”
“I suppose this isn’t the time for me to tell you—”