“Just that. I must get out of her life somehow. Things have changed. It's too horrible to think of.” Herold shook himself free and halted.
“My God!” he cried, “you?”
John threw up his arms in a gesture of despair. “Can I help it? It is n't given to man to help these things.”
“And Stella?”
“I must get out of her life,” said John.
“It will be difficult.”
“What can you suggest?”
“Nothing,” said Herold—“nothing now.”
They moved on, and walked in dead silence to the parting of their ways.