"Then go, Pat! Get away from here before he—before anything happens! Put your clothes on and hurry away!"
"I can't!" she said, faintly. "I—can't!"
"You must, Honey!"
"I'm just—not able to. I will soon, Nick—honest. When I—when I get my breath back."
"Pat!" There was anguish in the cry. "Oh, God—Pat! We mustn't ever be together again—not ever!"
"No," she said. A bit of sanity was returning to her; comprehension of her position sent a shudder through her. "No, we mustn't."
"I couldn't bear another night like this—watching! I'd go mad!"
"Oh!" she choked, tears starting. "If you hadn't come back, Nick!"
"I conquered him," he said. "I don't think I could do it again. It was your call that gave me the strength, Pat." He shook his head as if bewildered. "He thought it was being in love with you that weakened me, but in the end it was that which gave me the strength to subdue him."
"I'm scared!" said the girl suddenly. "Oh, Nick! I'm frightened!"