“I don’t want to make you unhappy. You needn’t come away with me if you don’t want to. I’ll give you the money all the same.”
She shook her head.
“No, I said I’d come, and I’ll come.”
“What’s the good, if you’re sick with love for him?”
“Yes, that’s the word. I’m sick with love. I know it won’t last, just as well as he does, but just now…”
She paused and shut her eyes as though she were going to faint. A strange idea came to Philip, and he spoke it as it came, without stopping to think it out.
“Why don’t you go away with him?”
“How can I? You know we haven’t got the money.”
“I’ll give you the money.”
“You?”