His face looked drawn, and his eyes burned smoulderingly--like fire half-quenched.
"Nan, if I didn't care so much, I'd ask you to go away with me.
I--don't quite know what life will be like without you--hell, probably.
But at least it's going to be my own little hell and I'm not going to drag you down into it.

I'm bound irrevocably.

And you--you're bound, too.

You can't play fast and loose with the promise you've given Trenby.

So we've just got to face it out." He broke off abruptly.
Tiny beads of sweat rimmed his upper lip and his hands hung clenched at his sides.