"Mother and Gray and Cecile and I go North in April....

I wish we might stay through May--that is, if you--" She looked at him in silent consternation.

"Where will _you_ be!" He said in a sullen voice: "That is what I was thinking of--our separation....

Do you realise that it is almost here ?" "No," she said faintly, "I cannot." He moved forward, opening the glass doors wider; she laid one hand on his arm as though to guide herself; but the eastern corridors were bright with moonlight, every corner illuminated.
They were very silent until they turned into the south corridor and reached her door; and there he suddenly gave way to his passionate resentment, breaking out like a spoiled boy: "Shiela, I tell you it's going to be unendurable! There must be some way out, some chance for us....

I _don't_ mean to ask you to do what is--what you consider dishonourable.