"Chris! Sometime—perhaps in the dead of night—something will snap in me—the slack, selfish, luxurious ME, that hates to be roused into action, and the craving for adventure will come. Then I'll send for you."
He took her hand again and this time she did not draw it away. He said in a whisper:
"And you'll go with me?"
Ethel stretched lazily, and smiled at him through her half-closed eyes.
"I suppose so. Then Heaven help you!"
"Why should we wait?" he cried.
"It will give us the suspense of expectation."
"I want you! I need you!" he pleaded.
"Until the time comes for AMPUTATION?"
"Don't! Don't!" and he dropped her hand suddenly.