“I shall manage. I have an offer of work here in my hands. I shall soon be at work, and will then send the amount of the debt which I owe you, though you care nothing about that, and I know that I can never repay you for all.”
“Yes, that is true, too, in a way. Am I, then, actually to go?”
“Yes.”
“But you are not serious? Think of my living on, days and years, and not seeing you any more. It seems a pitiable thing, too. Even you must be sorry for me.”
“Yes, it seems a pitiable thing!”
“So—what do you say?”
“Good-by. Go—go!”
“But you will at least let me know where you are? Don’t be quite lost to me.”
“I shall be here for some time. But you won’t come. I mustn’t see you. I demand that much.”