"I can and I will——"
Then looking up, catching a vision of her framed in the window with the lighted city behind her, he saw in her eyes how unattainable she might be....
He had, he had always had, his ideals. There was a long silence between them, then he bowed his head.
"You shall do as you will—anything with me that you will."
"Oh, my dear," she whispered, "I love you for that."
Then hurriedly, moving as though she feared her own weakness, she went to put on her wraps—He came to her.
"Let me write—let me."
"No—Better not."
"Just a line—Nothing that any ordinary person——"
"No, we mustn't, Francis."