"I see. You're tired of it? And you want to give it up? Well, I'm not sure that I don't want you to."
"Then why," she moaned, "why won't you let me go?"
"Simply because I can't. I've tried it, Kitty. I can't."
He came and sat close to her. He leaned his face to hers and spoke thickly and low.
"You can't give it up, dear. You're bound to go back."
"No—no—no. Don't talk about it."
"I won't. I won't ask you to go back; but I can't do without you."
"Oh yes, you can. There are other women."
"I loathe them all. I wouldn't do for one of them what I'll do for you."
"What will you do for me?"