Sedgwick smiled bravely. “That is all past.”
“And you’ll think of me at least kindly?”
“I’ll think of you with every beat of my heart,” he said passionately.
Across her face passed the look of fairy wistfulness that was all her own. “No,” she said, “it would be better—for both of us—that you should forget, for the time.”
He leaned over her:
“‘What shall assuage the unforgotten pain
And teach the unforgetful to forget?’”
he quoted very low.
“And yet,” she persisted, “it would be easier, now that I am going away.”
“Going away! For long?”
She nodded with compressed lips. Sedgwick turned very white.