But they do....

And still we stake all; and proudly overlook the chances against us; and face the contemptible odds with a smile, dauntless and--damned!" He leaned forward in the dusk; she could see his bloodless features now only as a pale blot in the twilight.
"All this I knew, Rita.

But it is just as well, perhaps, that you remind me." "I thought it might be as well.

The world has grown very clever; but after all there is no steadier anchor for a soul than a platitude." Ogilvy and Annan came mincing in about nine o'clock, disposed for flippancy and gossip; but neither Neville nor Rita encouraged them; so after a while they took their unimpaired cheerfulness and horse-play elsewhere, leaving the two occupants of the studio to their own silent devices.
It was nearly midnight when he walked back with Rita to her rooms.
And now day followed day in a sequence of limpid dawns and cloudless sunsets.

Summer began with a clear, hot week in June, followed by three days' steady downpour which freshened and cooled the city and unfolded, in square and park, everything green into magnificent maturity.
Every day Neville and Rita worked together in the studio; and every evening they walked together in the park or sat in the cool, dusky studio, companionably conversational or permitting silence to act as their interpreter.
Then John Burleson came back from Dartford after remaining there ten days under Dr.Ogilvy's observation; and Rita arrived at the studio next day almost smiling.
"We're' going to Arizona," she said.