"Yes, it's sleeping time—in a moment. I haven't said much to you, but there's really little to say. You feel that you must go?"
"How could I stay here—after that?"
She repressed a sudden spasm of wild, weeping laughter that threatened to overcome her.
"And you'll not come back?" She waited breathless.
"There isn't much chance of it."
"You dear, dear fool!" was on her lips, but she held back the words and said very quietly:
"Go out, then, and live as you must. Only don't let life cow you. Don't ever fear that living is intricate or hard or tragic—a thing to be gone about warily. The wary people make the same mistakes as the careless ones, and feel them ten times more. Don't be afraid to dream—afraid to believe. I'm glad I've dreamed every dream of mine—false or true. Never be afraid to want." She turned half away as if to go, but halted, and he thought she had grown suddenly weak.
"You're going——"
"To-morrow, I'd thought—the sooner the better."
"Ah, but that's so soon. Can't we have one more day here? One more day to think of it?"