She sounded cold and tired.
"I suppose," she went on slowly, "we'll have to wait, the way John says. Shall we?"
"You say it, Lucy. Don't make me say it."
"So we'll wait," she said; "not see each other, and not communicate. I don't see how I can stand it, but I suppose I can.… A whole year—a whole year!"
"At the end of it, my darling, all that there is in the world for me, nobody will stand in our way; there'll be plenty of money and a long life before us."
"Listen … all the long time will you take care of yourself?"
"Yes, Lucy."
"And not notice any other ladies?" …
"Lucy … let's take a chance on what I have got."
A long silence. Then: "Oh, no. I suppose John's right. Everybody's right.… But"—there was a valiant ring in her voice, "we'll show 'em they were wrong and cruel. Won't we?"