"You knew that I'd come back to you, didn't you, dear?"
"I've been praying that you would—you won't be going, Jim—away—as you said you would?"
"No, dear—not—not if you need me—not if you want me. But I'm a nondescript now—a deserter—an outcast."
"The cruelty of it! You!"
"I got what I deserved," he said with a smile.
"And Harry? I can't be staying here if he's going to be here, Jim. The very touch of his fingers ... the sight of him, knowing what I do——"
"He won't dare—I would have him broken——"
"And give yourself up to the Military Police. No. You can't be thinking of that. I'm not afraid of him—nor of my father. But—they can't be disgracing you. You must keep in hiding. I see it all now. But you won't be going away, Jim. Promise me that you won't go away."
"And you'll let me see you?"
"Yes. I must see you. I can't let you go—not yet, Jim. I know it's wrong. I don't care about the wrong to Harry, but I do think of the wrong I do myself and you. My love for you has been so clean—so beautiful, Jim. it can't be anything else—for either of us."