“What did you mean by that?”
“Simply this.” Brachey's head dropped on his hand; he stared at the floor of rough tiles. “I love her. She knows it. She even seems to return it. I have roused deep feelings in her. Perhaps in doing that I have harmed her. I can't say.”
“Is that all? You are telling me everything?”
“Everything.”
Doane walked across the room; came back; looked down at Brachey.
“You know how such men as you are regarded, of course?”
“No.... Oh, perhaps!”
“You will leave T'ainan, of course.”
“Well...”
“There is no question about that. You will leave.”