"Oh, damnably not! But what can I do? I had at first some idea of
coming to Moscow for good--teaching."
He paused. "Impossible. I'm worth nothing here. I couldn't have
kept her."
"Then what are you going to do, Billy?"
"I don't KNOW what I'm going to do, I tell you. I live for the
moment. To-morrow we are going out into the country."
"I don't understand," said Benham with a gesture of resignation.
"It seems to me that if a man and woman love each other--well, they
insist upon each other. What is to happen to her if you leave her
in Moscow?"
"Damnation! Is there any need to ask that?"
"Take her to Cambridge, man. And if Cambridge objects, teach
Cambridge better manners."
Prothero's face was suddenly transfigured with rage.
"I tell you she won't come!" he said.
"Billy!" said Benham, "you should make her!"
"I can't."
"If a man loves a woman he can make her do anything--"
"But I don't love her like that," said Prothero, shrill with anger.
"I tell you I don't love her like that."
Then he lunged into further deeps.
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