"I want to see you smile and look
happy again."
"You never will."
"Yes--when we have got ourselves out of this damnable, unwholesome way
of life; when we are with our fellow-creatures again. You will forget
this--this little business--which was, you know, after all, an unhappy
necessity."
"Oh! how can I ever forget?"
"New interests will arise; new friendships will be formed--"
"Harry, it is myself that I cannot forgive. Teach me to forgive myself,
and I will forget everything."
He pressed her no longer.
"Well, then," he said, "go to Brussels and get this information. If you
will not try to conquer this absurd moral sensitiveness--which comes
too late--you will at least enable me to place you in a healthier
atmosphere."
"I will go at once," she said, "I will go by the next train."
"There is a train at a quarter to two. You can do all you have to do
and catch the train at five. Iris"--the chance of a change made him
impatient--"let us go to-morrow. Let us go by the night express. There
will be English travellers, but they shall not recognise me. We shall
be in Calais at one in the morning. We will go on by an early train
before the English steamer comes in.
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