He nodded comprehensively, bitterly.
“You will. One of the equations of the problem will be eliminated, and thus will be found the answer.”
“Which?” she asked softly, heel tapping gravel.
“The unnecessary one, of course. Isn't it always the unnecessary one?”
“You mean,” she said slowly, “that you will go away?”
Garrison nodded.
“Of course,” she added, after a pause, “the dark, clinging girl is waiting?”
“Of course,” he bantered.
“It must be nice to be loved like that.” Her eyes were wide and far away. “To have one renounce relatives, position, wealth—all, for love. It must be very nice, indeed.”
Still, Garrison was silent. He had cause to be.