"The very end. She can't stand it any longer."
"But," I said, "she—she's got to stand it. After all—"
"There's no good talking that way. She can't, and that settles it. I knew she couldn't, once she got beyond a certain point."
"Do you mean to say," I said, "that she's going to leave him?"
"I—don't—know. I believe—she's going to think about it."
"But—it's out of the question. She mustn't think about it."
"You can't stop her thinking, Wally. She's gone away to think about it sanely. It's the best thing she can do."
"And you're helping her to get away?"
She was silent for a moment.
"I'm only helping her to think," she said.