He confided his scruples to Edith.
"Poor dear," he said, "it's quite pathetic. You know, she thinks she's saving me."
"And do you mind being saved?"
"Well, no, I don't mind a little of it. But the question is, how long I can keep it up."
"You mean, how long she'll keep it up?"
He laughed. "Oh, she'll keep it up for ever. No possible doubt about that. She'll never tire. I wonder if I ought to tell her."
"Tell her what?"
"That it won't work. That she can't do it that way. She's wasting my time and her own."
"Oh, what's a little time, dear, when you've all eternity in view?"
"But I haven't. I've nothing in view. My view, at present, is entirely obscured by Anne."