“We shall meet often. Try to think of that.”
“I am not brave and I invariably give in. He knows it. I shall have no peace if you go like this. Promise me you will come back!”
“I can not, Barbara.”
“Then the blame for whatever follows falls on you. You go willingly.”
“You are unjust.”
“You go willingly,” she insisted. “You desert me. You leave me for him to torture into doing what he wants! Is it nothing to you?”
“I love you,” he answered simply.
“And if we drift apart?”
“I don't know what you mean. How can we drift apart?”
“People do.”