"I love you, Stanley—God help me!"
"Ah, now I can go! It will not be for long."
"It must be for forever, dear heart. You must not come back. Tonight must be—the end."
"Marcia!"
"Tonight must be the end," she repeated, turning away.
"You mean you cannot face tomorrow—the disgrace—"
"I mean tonight must be the end," she reiterated.
Through narrowed lids, he looked at her, scanning her averted face.
Then she heard him laugh bitterly, discordantly.