"But your other self understands!"
"Why don't you destroy her?"
"And let her die in her contempt for me? You ask too much—Virginia-that-I-know. If that other Virginia-that-I-don't-know loved me, I'd kill this one, not the other!"
"Do you care for that one, Louis?"
"What answer shall I make?"
"The best you can without lying."
"Then"—and being in his arms their eyes were close—"then I think I could love her if I had a chance. I don't know. I can deny myself. They say that is the beginning. But I seldom do—very seldom. And that is the best answer I can give, and the truest."
"Thank you.... And so you are going to leave me?"
"I am going North. Yes."
"What am I to do?"