“You don’t understand, David. It––it has to do with my father and with––with what I saw.”
“In that cursed image?”
“Yes, the image. But it is not cursed, David.”
“It is––it is if it takes you away.”
“You see,” she trembled, “you see, I can’t discuss it with you.”
“But I don’t see. I think you ought––you must–––”
“Must, David?”
“No––not that. I suppose I haven’t the right, 87 only––well, it sort of takes my breath away, you see, to think of your going off––out of my life again.”
“It’s odd that you should mind––I’ve been in it so short a time.”
“You’ve been in it for years,” he ran on impulsively. “You’ve been in it ever since I learned to look between the stars and found you there.”