"You don't know what you're saying!" he said violently.
"I—I begin to think I do.... Garry—Garry—I am learning very fast!... How can I let you go!"
"The idea is," he said grimly, "for me to go before I go insane.... And never again to touch you—"
"Why?"
"Peril!" he said. "I'm just a plain blackguard, Shiela."
"Would it change you?"
"What do you mean?"
"Not to touch me, not to kiss me. Could you go on always just loving me?... Because if you could not—through the years that are coming—I—I had rather take the risk—with you—than lose you."
He stood, head bent, not trusting himself to speak or look at her.
"Good-night," she said timidly.