- 'There's always complications.' He walked on steadily in the dark.
- 'And are you sorry?' she said.
- 'In a way!' he replied, looking up at the sky. 'I thought I'd done with it all. Now I've begun again.'
- 'Begun what?'
- 'Life.'
- 'Life!' she re-echoed, with a queer thrill.
- 'It's life,' he said. 'There's no keeping clear. And if you do keep clear you might almost as well die. So if I've got to be broken open again, I have.'
- She did not quite see it that way, but still . . .
- 'It's just love, she said cheerfully.
- 'Whatever that may be,' he replied.
