“Why this sudden sacrifice?”
“Oh, Philip! You make it so hard for me. What do you really want me to do?”
“Take half my income, and go away.”
“What will you do, here, alone?”
“Get me a char. The cat and I love chars.”
“Philip!”
“Yes?”
“Won’t you tell me what’s in your heart? Do you want always to be lonely like this?”
Late—299 looked up.