“I knew that he was in trouble.”
“Yes, he is in trouble, and I wanted to help him, if I could. It was a crazy idea, I know; but it was all I could think of.”
“Oh, I understand,” said Montague.
“And don't you see that I cannot leave him?” exclaimed Lucy. “Now of all times—when he needs help—when his enemies have surrounded him? I'm the only person in the world who cares anything about him—who really understands him—”
Montague could think of nothing to say.
“I know how it hurts you,” said Lucy, “and don't think that I have not cared. It is a thought that never leaves me! But some day I know that you will understand; and the rest of the world—I don't care what the world says.”
“All right, Lucy,” he answered, sadly. “I see that I can't be of any help to you. I won't trouble you any more.”