"I know," she murmured.
He said with an almost childish directness: "Do men always live through such cures?... I don't see how I can live through it."
She rose from the sofa and stood beside him, feeling still dizzy, still tremulous and lacking strength.
"Let us win through," she said, not looking at him. "I think you will suffer more than I shall. A little more.... Because I had rather feel pain than give it--rather suffer than look on suffering.... It will be very hard for us both, I fear."
Her butler announced luncheon.