"Because you'd become—romantic and uncivilized."
"Well," I said sullenly, realizing the bargain we were making, "I won't."
"You won't make any appeal?"
"No."
He made no answer, and I looked up to discover him glancing over his shoulder through the great glass window into the other room. I stood up very quickly, and there in the further apartment were Guy and Mary, standing side by side. Our eyes met, and she came forward towards the window impulsively, and paused, with that unpitying pane between us....
Then Guy was opening the door for her and she stood in the doorway. She was in dark furs wrapped about her, but in the instant I could see how ill she was and how broken. She came a step or so towards me and then stopped short, and so we stood, shyly and awkwardly under Guy and Tarvrille's eyes, two yards apart. "You see," she said, and stopped lamely.
"You and I," I said, "have to part, Mary. We—— We are beaten. Is that so?"
"Stephen, there is nothing for us to do. We've offended. We broke the rules. We have to pay."
"By parting?"
"What else is there to do?"