Her breath bounded against his. “You see?” he panted. “You must always do as I say....” And even then, even then she sensed in his words what she willed, not he.—Was it so later? His going down, the agony ... what she willed?
“O I’m so anxious to know whom all I’m going to meet.”
Clara shook her head. “Such folk as you have never met.”
“I hope so! I want to meet new sorts. I want to find a new world. I am sure it will be better. It’s yours, Dear.”
“They’re all I have.”
“Don’t you dare apologize! Don’t you dare spoil it. I feel as if I could be happy again. Whomever it’s with—I’ll be happy with them.”
“They’re a strange lot,” Clara laughed.
“Who?”
“Well, there’s a Judge: there’s a Gambler: there’s an Officer of Police: there’s a queer guy who ought to be a poet——“
“O how exciting! Do the Policeman and the Gambler get on?”