“That is not nature!”
He was the weaker. “But you have gone alone to the far cities, and the long, blinding ways of the sun——”
“Yes, alone. But with you—a time would come when I could not. We are man and woman. There would be little children. I would stay—and you could not leave them.... Oh, they are not for you, dear. They would weaken your courage. You would love them. At the end of the day, you would want them, and the mother again.... The far cities would not hear you; the long, blinding ways of the sun would know you no more——”
“Betty,” he whispered passionately, “how wonderfully sweet that would be!”
“Yes ... to the mother ... but you—I can see it in your eyes. You would remember Nineveh, that great city....”
Darkness was about them.
“Betty Berry—you would rather I wouldn’t take the train to you again—not even when it seems I cannot stay longer away?”
She did not answer.
“Betty——”