"You think there is a chance for that?"
"Just one chance," he answered.
"Oh!" she cried.
"It's a big opportunity," he said.
She rose and went to the window, where she looked out upon the gray ocean and the slanting rain and a world grown dull and sodden. He followed her there, but with his shoulders erect now.
"I 'm going now," he said. "I think I shall take the night train for Paris. I want to leave the machine—the machine we came down here in—for you."
"Don't—please don't."
"It's for you and Peter. The thing for you both to do is to get out in it every day."
"I—I don't want to."
"You mean—"