He hesitated, moved toward the door, and again urged me to come.
"Go! go!" stamping my foot, and the door closed without a sound.
For a moment we stood, transfixed in an isolation which separated us from all the world beside.
"Now Charles, we"—a convulsive sob choked me, a strange taste filled my mouth, I put my handkerchief to my lips and wiped away streaks of blood. I showed it to him.
"It is nothing, by God!" snatching the handkerchief. "Take mine—oh, my dear—"
I tried to laugh, and muttered the imperative fact of joining the rest.
"Be quiet, Cassandra."
He opened the window, took a handful of snow from the sill and put it to my mouth. It revived me.
"Do you hear, Charles? Never say those frightful words again. Never, never."
"Never, if it must be so."