“I know.”
Another silence.
“Will you write to me once in a while?”
“Do you want me to, David?”
“Please.”
“Very well—once in a while.”
Now this was not the turn I had wished to give to my parting, but some sudden feeling of the blankness of her eyes caused me to relent.
“So, it’s good-by, Anne, and—I’m sorry it’s to be like this.”
“It is not my fault.”
“No.”