"Short cuts are apt to be dangerous."
"Danger? Who cares for that? There comes a time when nothing—nothing at all—counts but getting what you crave for."
"Well?"
"Would you condemn any woman to a whole life-time of wanting something that she could get any moment by having the courage?"
"I don't know. I don't know quite what it is you're proposing to do."
She said then: "Everything depends on next week—on Geoffrey's operation."
"How?"
She looked at me fearlessly. "I hope, for his sake and mine, that it's successful. For if it is—if he's going to get better—then I shall leave him."
"And if not?"
"Then—I suppose—I must just go on wanting...."