"No, Robert. Between us we shall lose it. And we shall never, never find it again."
"You can't trust me, Kitty?"
"I can't trust myself. I know how your scheme would work. I let you do this thing; I go away and live in the dear little house you'll give me; and I let you keep me there, and give me all my clothes and things. And you think that's the way to stop me thinking about you and caring for you? I shall be there, eating my heart out. What else can I do, when everything I put on or have about me reminds me of you, every minute of the day? I'm to look to you for everything, but never to see you until I can bear it no longer. How long do you think I shall bear it? A woman made like me? You know perfectly well what the trouble and the difficulty and the danger is. I shall be in it all the time. And some day I shall send for you and you'll come. Oh yes, you'll come; for you'll be in it, too. It won't be a bit easier for you than it is for me."
She paused.
"You'll come. And you know what the end of that will be."
"You think no other end is possible between a man and a woman?"
"If I do, it's men who have made me think it."
"Have I, Kitty?"
"No, not you. I don't say your plan wouldn't work with some other woman. I say it's impossible between you—and me."
"Because you won't believe that I might behave differently from some other men?"