“You are too strong for me, and yet—and yet—I should not have loved you so well if you had not been strong.”
“That is how I think of you, Igraine.”
“You love me more by leaving me.”
“I love you more by keeping you pure before my soul.”
A great calm had come upon Igraine. She was very pale and firm about the lips, and her eyes were staunch as steel. Her voice was as clear and level as though she spoke of trivial things.
“I shall not go back to Gorlois,” she said.
“Beware of the man.”
“Doubtless you would speak to me of a convent.”
Pelleas fell into thought, with his dark eyes fixed upon her face.