"Because in England you are somebody who must be correct, somebody important. Here it doesn't matter. Here you are nothing but my dear love."
"You don't know how soon I shall come back to you. I shall count the hours. I think I shall keep a calendar, crossing off the days, as I did when I was a little boy at school."
"How much I wish I had known that little boy!"
"Lina, listen, I want you to promise me something."
"What is it, first?"
"It's this. If—if anything terrible—I can't bring myself to say it, but you know what I mean—should happen, so that I couldn't come back, would you promise to come to me in London?"
"I dare say," she murmured, "but we mustn't think of things like that."
"But, Lina, you said yourself that we could never be separated!"
"I didn't say quite that. I said that if we ever were separated, we would have happier memories than most people. And so we would."
He cried, in a sudden agony: "Don't you dare to talk like that, in that way, as though everything were finished between us! You mustn't—you shan't—it's cruel, and it's wicked, and I forbid it!"
She raised his head, pulled his face down toward her, and kissed him on the mouth.
' My darling," she told him, "what has been between us can never be finished. Never, never, never."
"Then that means you'11 never leave me, Lina?"
"I know," she said, "that something of me will be with you always, whatever happens to you, wherever you go. I have already told you, my darling, that nothing could