Carter. And was there nothing else?
Gordon (slowly turning away). Perhaps.
Carter. Fair?
Gordon. Yes.
Carter. But—she does not—love—me.
Gordon (wearily). I know that.
Carter. Then, why? Oh, tell me, Gordon, for I do not understand. Tell me. A life is such a precious thing to give.
Gordon (who has turned away, speaking slowly). You—know—that I love her.
Carter. I was afraid of it.
Gordon. And still you do not understand?