Above all persons, no.

That's a suggestion I can't consider for an instant." "But what will you do ?" she exclaimed, nervously.
Lee glanced at her, then compressed his lips.
"I'm going away; I couldn't stay here on the scene of this disaster.
It would be intolerable.

Before long people will be describing the unfinished project by the name of 'Bryant's Folly', or the like.
Haven't you seen old, windowless structures that were never completed, or grass-grown railroad enbankments never ironed, or rusting mine machinery never assembled?
Men's failures, men's 'follies'." "Lee, Lee! It never will be so!" she cried.

"Nor will your project be a failure to me who have known how you've striven and sacrificed." Bryant looked past her and about the room, but his eyes in the end came back to hers.
"You have always been generous in your thoughts of me," he said, in an unsteady voice.
"No more than you deserved." "Listen, Louise," he went on, after a pause.

"This is the last time I shall see you for a long time, possibly for all time, and it's of your kindness I wish to speak--and of another matter.