“I feel nearer to you, Grace, than to anybody else in the world! It was always that way. It’s got hold of me again tonight—that feeling I used to have that no matter what happened you’d know, you’d understand!”
“Those days are gone, Bob,” she said, allowing a vague wistfulness to creep into her tone. “I mustn’t see you any more. We’ve both got our lives to live. You know that as well as I do. You’re just a little down tonight; you always had moods like this when you thought the world was against you. It’s just a mood and everything will look differently tomorrow.”
“But I’ve got to see you, Grace; not often maybe, but now and then. There’ll be some way of managing.”
“No!” she exclaimed, her curiosity fully satisfied as to how far he would go. “I’ll be angry with you in a minute! This is positively the last time!”
“Please don’t say that!” he pleaded. “I wouldn’t offend you for anything in the world, Grace.”
“I know you wouldn’t, Bob,” she said kindly. “But there are some things that won’t do, you know.”
“Yes, I know,” he conceded with the petulance of a child reluctantly admitting a fault.
“I’m glad you still like me, but you know perfectly well this kind of thing’s all wrong. I mustn’t see you again.”
“But Grace, what if I just have to see you!”
“Oh, don’t be so silly! You’ll never just have to. You’ve got a wife to tell your troubles to.”