Carter. No, I don't believe I do.
Gordon (with deep emotion). It is because I love her, and I know the man she loves.
[Carter draws suddenly back.
But it can never be. I think she knows it, poor little girl. And if it must he, she will then give up her love, as she has many things almost as dear to her. And now when you are free, I want you to go back home—to her. And when at last, if you shall win the dearest thing in life—oh, boy, be worthy of her love—be strong and true! Make up to her for all that she has suffered. God grant that you may teach her to forget.
[He turns away to the window.
Carter (coming behind him, speaking in a low, strained voice). But why all this for me? Are not your chances for escape as good as mine?
[Gordon does not move.
(Slowly Carter realizes the truth: he is deadly pale; then with a short intaking of the breath, he catches Gordon's arm). You mean—
Gordon (turns, facing him). Yes.