"Let us talk of other things....

My father says he will move away--taking me and--and--all of us--as soon as he sells the home." "No, Mel, if you'll forgive me, we'll not talk of something else," Lane informed her.

"We can argue without quarreling.

Come over here and sit down." She came slowly, as if impelled, and she stood before him.

To Lane it seemed as if she were both supplicating and inexorable.
"Do you remember the last time we sat together on this couch ?" she asked.
"No, Mel, I don't." "It was four years ago--and more.