And--my God--how I envy you!" "So you have pronounced my doom," she said, looking at him intently.
Then she laughed but there was no merriment in the laughter.
"Listen," she said, as she bent nearer to him; "because you are hopeless, it does not follow that you should try to make others hopeless too.

You have drunk deep of the cup of poison; I can see that.
To hand the cup on to others is the part of a coward." She walked past the English table, and the Polish table, and so out of the Kurhaus dining-hall..