"Yes—Quentin Lowe. Lenny, Lenny—he doesn't love me any more."
Leonard kissed her smoke-grimed face repeatedly. He was utterly bewildered.
"He doesn't love me any more," she continued, gasping. "He loves Tony Strife—he's going to marry her. Lenny, he's a devil."
"My darling, can't you tell me what it is? Did you ever love him?"
"Oh, I loved him! I loved him! I gave up all I had to him. Lenny, he thinks my love was his ruin ... he wants to be happy and good, and he thinks he can't be either if he loves me ... he says—
'And throughout all eternity
I forgive you, you forgive me.'"
"My poor old Janey, I'm going to carry you upstairs."
"I can walk," and she tried to stand, but he had only just time to catch her.
"I'm going to carry you. Poor, poor Janey—see what a big baby you are."