"I'm a cowardly sort of chap. When I feel like calling you, I choke it
down. I don't want to get the habit of you."
"Why not?"
"One reason--it will be so difficult when you go away."
A sense of freedom and happiness possessed her. Words rose tumultuously
to her lips, to be choked there. She wanted to say unreasonably, "I
shall never go away. How could you think it?" But instead she asked,
with a happy indirection, "Where am I going?"