“Easily.”
“How—how?”
“I love him.”
“Still?”
“Yes. And I’d go through just such another three years if I thought that he would love me at the end—gladly I would.”
“But suppose he never does love you! What then? How long can you last out like this? Don’t you want to live?”
“Oh, yes, I want to live.”
“Well then?”
“But all the folk who want to live can’t have their way. Perhaps I shall just go on wanting till even the want dies.”
“That’s unthinkable.”