I want him to remember me as I stand here before him with this glass in my hand.

You see wine in it, Arthur; but I see poison--poison--nothing else, for one like you who cannot refuse a friend, cannot refuse your own longing.

Never from this day on shall another bottle be opened under my roof.

Carmel, you have grieved as well as I over what has passed for pleasure in this house.

Do as I do, and may Arthur see and remember.' "Her fingers opened; the glass fell from her hand, and lay in broken fragments beside her plate.