"And how long would you keep the island, Dodo?"
"Not long!" she said quietly. "Perhaps a year, perhaps only a season. That must be agreed; and when the dream is over we would come back!"
"And then?"
"And then we would separate and never see each other again!"
"Why?"
"So that it could never become commonplace or stale—so that it could live in our lives as the one great memory, with no regrets."
She stopped, looked at him tensely, and went on:
"You would take up your life again, and I would bury myself in my career, and you would watch me, little by little, become a great name!"
"And never see each other—"
"Perhaps when we are quite old," she said suddenly. "You won't believe me! I would do it!" She clasped her hands tumultuously over her heart. "Oh, how easily I would do it! Ah, to have such a romance—anything might come!"