"I want you to come back. Come back in three months, when they expect you."
"And then?"
"I'm not asking for myself! I'm asking for them. You can't be so wicked! It's not like you; I don't know you when you talk like this. You'd break their hearts!"
"I don't know that this comes well from you, Babs."
"Nothing comes well from me. But, if I can't undo the harm I've done, I may at least stop adding to it. If you don't come back … When it's too late, you'll never forgive yourself."
He shook his head and looked at her defiantly.
"You should have thought of that when we first met in this room. Only one thing will bring me back or keep me from going."
"Dear Eric, don't start that again!"
"Thanks! It doesn't amuse me to be strung up and cut down and strung up again.… I was facing things—till Lady Poynter shewed the devilish irony to arrange this meeting."
"Won't you come back for my sake?" she whispered.