"Yes, but it may happen again. We can't go on like this, Jerry. The strain's too awful."
"You mean you can't trust me."
"I can't trust myself. And it isn't fair to you."
"Oh, me. That doesn't matter."
"Well, then, say I matter. It's the same for me. I'm never going to let that happen again. I'm going away."
"Going away—"
"Yes. And I'm not coming back this time."
His voice struggled in his throat. Something choked him. He couldn't speak.
"I'm going to Canada in a fortnight."
"Good God! You can't go to Canada."