"Well, Barbs," he said, "this week-end is a sort of good-by. I'm in very deep, and I'm going to a new place to live a new life."
"Well!" she exclaimed, "you're not running away?"
"Only from temptation," he said. "I have spoken to all my creditors but one, and they have behaved decently and kindly. Wherever I go I take my obligations with me, and, God willing, they shall all be paid."
"Oh," she said, "I think a man ought to make good in the midst of his temptations."
"Might just as well say that you ought to finish your bust of Blizzard with one hand tied behind your back, since it's a constant temptation to you to use both. You ought also to be blindfolded and to work in the dark, since you are constantly tempted to look at your model and see what you are doing."
"I shall miss you," she said simply, "like everything. Why--"
"Why what?"
"It fills the future with blanks that can't be filled in."
"That may or may not be, Barbs. If they can't be filled in, you will write to me, and I will come back."
"But I don't mean--"