"Because—it might be that some of your friends would know me. . . . It is for your sake I am going."
"I wish you to stay."
"I know it. It makes me wonderfully happy."
"Won't you?"
"I must not."
"What are you going to do in the city?"
There was a silence; then: "The same?" she faltered.
"I am afraid so."
"Why?"
"What else is there?"