alight with it.” Then he let his bitterness gleam for a moment. “But I thought you would stick to your bargain.”
“It's not so much choice as you think,” I said.
“There's always a choice.”
“No,” I said.
He scrutinised my face.
“I can't live without her—I can't work. She's all mixed up with this—and everything. And besides, there's things you can't understand. There's feelings you've never felt.... You don't understand how much we've been to one another.”
Britten frowned and thought.
“Some things one's GOT to do,” he threw out.
“Some things one can't do.”
“These infernal institutions—”
“Some one must begin,” I said.
He shook his head. “Not YOU,” he said. “No!”
He stretched out his hands on the desk before him, and spoke again.
“Remington,” he said, “I've thought of this business day and night too. It matters to me. It