"How do you know?"
"I know every time I hold you in my arms."
There have been other women then, or he wouldn't know the difference.
There must have been a woman that he loved.
I don't care. It wasn't the same thing.
"What are you thinking?"
"I'm thinking nothing was ever the same thing as this."
"No…. Whatever we do, Mary, we mustn't go back on it…. If we could have done anything else. But I can't see…. It's not as if it could last long. Nothing lasts long. Life doesn't last long."
He sounded as if he were sorry, as if already, in his mind, he had gone back on it. After three days.
"You're not sorry, Richard?"
"Only when I think of you. The awful risks I've made you take."