"Because, my dear girl, you're bound to give yourself away some day. I know you. I know the perverse little devil that is in you. When you realise what you've let yourself in for you'll break loose, suddenly—like that." He threw out his arms as if he burst bonds asunder. "You can't help yourself. You simply can't live the life. You may yearn for it, but you can't live it."
"I don't want to be respectable. It isn't that."
"What is it then?"
"Can't you see?"
He looked at her closely, as if he saw it for the first time.
"Are you so awfully gone on him?"
"Yes," she said. "You won't tell him? It'll kill me if he knows."
"You think it will, but it won't."
"I shall kill myself, then."
"Oh no, you won't. You only think you will. It's Lucy I'm sorry for."