"Is there no way out of it for you, Louis? I am not thinking of myself," she added simply.
He turned fully around.
"If there was a way out I'd take it and marry you."
"I did not ask for that; I was thinking of you."
He was silent.
"Besides," she said, "I know that you do not love me."
"That is true only because I will not. I could."
She looked at him.
"But," he said calmly, "I mustn't; because there is no way out for me—there's no way out of anything for me—while I live—down here."
"Down—where?"