"What is it?" he repeated. "You are very unhappy, are you not? Can I do anything to help you?"
A deep sob shook her. "No one can help me! Yes, I am unhappy. Oh, leave me, please leave me!"
"I can't leave you like this. Won't you tell me what the trouble is?"
"Oh no, how could I?"
"If you are unhappy I am in the same case. Does that make a bond?"
She looked up, trying to see his face in the dusk. "You? No, that cannot be true! You are engaged to the woman you love, you -"
"No, not now."
She was startled. "Oh, hush, hush! What can you possibly mean?"
"My engagement is at an end. Never mind that: it is your unhappiness, not mine, that we are concerned with."
She clasped his hand impulsively. "I am so sorry! I do not know what to say! If there were anything I could do."