“Please don’t decide that I care very little—because I am
taking this so calmly. I have wrung my hands over it, a good
bit, first and last.
“You-and-I apparently come to an end. The commonplace and
possessive and exacting and stupid relationships, into which
people drift, come to _bad_ ends soon or late. But what has that
to do with you and me? We may yet be sitting before a fireplace,
when you are eighty-seven and I am seventy-nine, discussing
flavours of wines, and of adventures. Why not?”