"I love you more than I thought I could love any one, and that's the mischief."
"Is it? I don't agree; because, you see, I love you."
"It's no good; I wish you didn't."
"Do you? Then I don't. If you wanted me to, I'd marry you to-morrow."
"Elaine!" Then he did take her in his arms, and he kissed her. And she kissed him. Suddenly he put her from him. "Don't! for God's sake, don't! Elaine, don't you tempt me! I'm not much of a chap, and I'm not much of a hand at resisting temptation--there's frankness for you!--and I want to keep straight where you're concerned. I'll make a clean breast of it; the only way I can see out of the mess I'm in is to make a bolt for it, and I'm going to bolt; there you have it. I've come up here to say good-bye."
"Good-bye?"
Her voice was tremulous.
"If ever I come to any good, which isn't very probable, you'll hear from me; you'll never hear from me if I don't; so I'm afraid that this is going to be very near a case of farewell for ever."
"You say two hundred pounds will get you out of that mess you're in?"
"About that; I dare say I could manage with less if it was ready money. But what's the use of talking? I don't propose to rob a bank, and that's the only way I ever could get it."