e never said that I didn't love you. Why do you accuse me of such
things?'

He took her in his arms and held her passionately and kissed her face
again and again. Amy's tears broke forth anew.

'Why should we come to such utter ruin?' she sobbed. 'Oh, try, try if
you can't save us even yet! You know without my saying it that I do love
you; it's dreadful to me to think all our happy life should be at an
end, when we thought of such a future together. Is it impossible? Can't
you work as you used to and succeed as we felt confident you would?
Don't despair yet, Edwin; do, do try, whilst there is still time!'

'Darling, darling--if only I COULD!'

'I have thought of something, dearest. Do as you proposed last year;
find a tenant for the flat whilst we still have a little money, and
then go away into some quiet country place, where you can get back your
health and live for very little, and write another book--a good book,
that'll bring you reputation again. I and Willie can go and live at
mother's for the summer months. Do this! It would cost you so little,
living alone, wouldn't it? You would know that I was well cared for;
mother would be willing to have me for a few months, and it's easy to
explain that your health has failed, that you're obliged to go away for
a time.'

'But why shouldn't you go with me, if we are to let this place?'

'We shouldn't have enough money. I want to free your mind from the
burden whilst you are writing. And what is before us if we go on in this
way? You don't think you will get much for what you're writing now, do
you?'

Reardon shook his head.

'Then how can we live even till the end of the year? Something must be
done, you know. If we get into poor lodgings, what hope is there that
you'll be able to write anything good?'

'But, Amy, I have no faith in my power of--'

'Oh, it would be different! A few days--a week or a fortnight of real
holiday in this spring weather. Go to some seaside place. How is it
possible that all your talent should have left you? It's only that you
have been so anxious and in such poor health. You say I don't love you,
but I have thought and thought what would be best for you to do, how
you could save yourself. How can you sink down to the position of a poor
clerk in some office? That CAN'T be your fate, Edwin; it's incredible.
Oh, after such bright hopes, make one more effort! Have you forgotten
that we were to go to the South together--you were to take m