"Seeing you. Or not even seeing you. Knowing you're there."
"Poor child. Does that make you happy?"
"Utterly happy. Always."
"I didn't know."
He stooped forward, hiding his face in his hands.
"You don't realise it. You've no idea what it'll mean to be boxed up in this place together, all our lives, with this between us."
"It's always been between us. We shall be no worse off. It may have been bad now and then, but conceive what it'll be like when you go."
"I suppose it would be pretty beastly for you if I did go."
"Would it be too awful for you if you stayed?"
He was a long time before he answered.