"I'm sorry!" he said, simply.
"I can't--I can't ever be here!" Cherry half-whispered. "At least I can't until some day--years from now--years from now!--when you and I have forgotten---"
"I never shall forget," he said. And after awhile he added, "Shall you?"
"No," she whispered, her eyes brimming until the dry and dusty green of the garden swam before her.
"Cherry, will you end it?" he asked her, huskily.
She gave him a startled look.
"End it?" she faltered.
"Will you--do you think you are brave enough to give everything else up for me?" he asked.
"Peter!" said Cherry, hardly above a breath.
"Will you go away with me?" Peter went on, feverishly. "That's the only way, now. That's the only way--now. Will you go away?"