“Because it would kill her.”
“How about you?”
“It can’t kill us, because we know we love each other. Nothing can take that from us.”
“But I couldn’t be happy with her, Hatty. She wears me out. She’s so restless.”
“We couldn’t be happy, Robin. We should always be thinking of what we did to her. How could we be happy?”
“You know how.”
“Well, even if we were, we’ve no right to get our happiness out of her suffering.”
“Oh, Hatty, why are you so good, so good?”
“I’m not good. It’s only—there are some things you can’t do. We couldn’t. We couldn’t.”
“No,” he said at last. “I don’t suppose we could. Whatever it’s like I’ve got to go through with it.”