“Do you want it to go on?” I asked, smiling at her. “I’m not much of a guy to go places with.”
“I could stand it if you could,” she said seriously.
“I’m crazy about you,” I told her, “but I don’t know how you would fit in with my kind of life. You see, I haven’t learned to settle down. I can’t imagine myself settling down. It wouldn’t be much of a life for you.”
She looked down at our hands, joined together.
“You’re going back there, aren’t you?” she said,
“Back where?” I asked sharply.
“Please, darling,” she said, gripping my hands. “Don’t be like that. You are going back there.”
“You mustn’t worry,” I said, smiling at her. “I don’t know what I’m going to do.”
“But you will, when Tim comes. You’re waiting for Tim, aren’t you?”
“Well, yes,” I said, looking out to sea. “I’m waiting for Tim.”