"But I'll wait, if you will."
With such devotion he could not tamper. It was too beautiful to risk or endanger or besmirch with any danger of scandal. He gave up his fantastic project and gathered her into his arms, crowded her into his very soul, as he vowed: "I'll wait for you forever and ever and ever."
Her arms swept around his neck, and she gave herself up as an exile from happiness, a prisoner of a far-off love:
"Good-bye my wife-that-was-to-have-been-and-will-be-yet-maybe."
"Good-bye."
"Good-bye."
"Good-bye."
"Good-bye."
"I must go."