“We’ve gone over all that. And as a matter of fact, I suppose your greatest thrill comes from being able to say a temporary farewell to all this. Nothing so thrilling, for the moment, as Goodbye-to-it-all! But every parting means a meeting elsewhere. And every meeting is a new bondage.”

“I’m not going to enter any new bondages.”

“Don’t boast, while the gods are listening,” he said.

She pulled up short.

“No! I won’t boast!” she said.

But she was thrilled, none the less, to be going off: to feel bonds snap. She couldn’t help it.

Clifford, who couldn’t sleep, gambled all night with Mrs. Bolton, till she was too sleepy almost to live.