"It is not just to yourself to remember what your friends have forgot."
"What my friends have overlooked, you mean—they can never forget."
"Then you overlook it," he said.
"I wish I could," she replied.
"You can. It's simply a rule of action."
"Don't you think I try to act the part?" she said sadly. "It's try, try, try all the time. I'm about worn out with trying."
"It succeeds, dear," he encouraged. "No one would ever know that you are not as calm and unconcerned as you appear to be. Even I would be deceived, if you yourself had not told me otherwise."
"I'm glad I've acted the part so well," she smiled. "I only hope I can keep it up to the end—if there is ever to be an end."
"It can always have a certain end, Stephanie," he whispered.