"Ah, my dear Isabel," Ralph answered, "he's used to that. There is nothing left for Mr. Goodwood."
She coloured and then observed, quickly, that she must leave him. They stood together a moment; both her hands were in both of his. "You've been my best friend," she said.
"It was for you that I wanted—that I wanted to live. But I'm of no use to you."
Then it came over her more poignantly that she should not see him again. She could not accept that;she could not part with him that way. "If you should send for me I'd come," she said at last.