“Glad to go away from us all.”
“I suppose so—since I must.”
“Ah, Fate—Fate! It separates you whether you want it or not.”
“What?”
“Why, you see, you have to leave. I mustn’t stay out here—it is growing chilly. How soon are you going?”
“I don’t know.”
“Not soon then?”
“I don’t know.”
“Then I may see you again?”
“I don’t know.”
“Oh, yes, I shall. Well, I must go. Shall I say good-bye now?—that was what you wanted, was it not?”
“To say good-bye?”
“Yes.”
“No—it wasn’t—I wanted, I wanted to ask you——”
“What?” she cried.
“You don’t know, Lettie, now the old life’s gone, everything—how I want you—to set out with—it’s like beginning life, and I want you.”
“But what could I do—I could only hinder—what help should I be?”
“I should feel as if my mind was made up—as if I could do something clearly. Now it’s all hazy—not knowing what to do next.”
“And if—if you had—what then?”
“If I had you I could go straight on.”
“Where?”
“Oh—I should take a farm in Canada——”
