"We must forget."
"Can you forget?" he reproached.
"I—I—can try."
"Ah, your tongue is too honest, Marcia. You cannot forget. Neither can I. Our pledge is given. We belong to one another. I shall not surrender what is mine—never."
"Tomorrow—"
"Let us not talk of tomorrow."
"We must. We shall be parted then."
"Only for a little while. I shall come back to you. Our love will hold. Absence, distance, nothing can part us—not really."
"No."
"Then tell me you love me so I may leave knowing the truth from your own sweet lips."