"Would you have me destroy it?"
"No. Oh, no! It is so happy in its life. I do not remember why I called you. I had something more to say."
"I shall not sleep until you think of it."
"Shall you go away in the morning?" she whispered suddenly.
There was no reply.
"And leave me?"
"The present is life," he reminded her.
"The thought of the future may destroy the happiness of the present."
"What would you have me do—obey my conscience or my heart?"
"Both," she sighed.