'Rather horrid to show it so plainly.'
'Then I'll hide it.'
'Oh, don't trouble! You almost communicate a thrill to me. I almost feel that it is I who am going off.'
'Well, why don't you come?'
'We've gone over all that. And as a matter of fact, I suppose your greatest thrill comes from being able to say a temporary farewell to all this. Nothing so thrilling, for the moment, as Good-bye-to-all!--But every parting means a meeting elsewhere. And every meeting is a new bondage.'
'I'm not going to enter any new bondages.'
'Don't boast, while the gods are listening,' he said.
She pulled up short.
'No! I won't boast!' she said.
But she was thrilled, none the less, to be going off: to feel bonds snap. She couldn't help it.
Clifford, who couldn't sleep, gambled all night with Mrs Bolton,
