For I hoped, as a man will, that with time your friendship might grow into more than friendship.

So long as there was a chance of that, I--Ethne, I could not let you go.

So, I listened for some new softness in your voice, some new buoyancy in your laughter, some new deep thrill of the heart in the music which you played, longing for it--how much! Well, to-night I have burnt my boats.

I have admitted to you that I knew friendship limited your thoughts of me.

I have owned to you that there is no hope my sight will be restored.