"And now?"
"Now you're going back to Colin. And we're both going to be good…You do want to be good—don't you?"
"Yes. But I don't see how we're going to manage it."
"We could manage it if we didn't see each other. If I went away."
"Anne, you wouldn't. You can't mean that. I couldn't stand not seeing you. You couldn't stand it, either."
"I have stood it. I can stand it again."
"You can't. Not now. It's all different. I swear I'll be decent. I won't say another word if only you won't go."
"I don't see how I can very well. There's the land… No. Colin must look after that. I'll go when the ploughing's done. And some day you'll be glad I went."
"Go. Go. You'll find out then."
Their tenderness was over. Something hard and defiant had come in to them with the light. He was at the door now.