"I'll hate to see you go back."
"I know. I'll hate to go, too."
"It—hurts me to think of your going back to work."
"Oh, I'm used to it." She smiled. A world of sweet courage was in that smile.
"Shirley—dear!"
She raised her eyes to his.
"A poor man—I suppose he's a coward to ask a woman to share— But it wouldn't be for always. You believe that, don't you?"
"I believe that."
"I'd try to make up for the lack of money with other things—worth more than money maybe. Are you willing to be poor with me for a while?"
"Yes, David."