Bye-Ways

"[...] "Ah!" she cried. "You go white?" "No, no," he murmured. "But-but I can't believe it." "I will marry you when you like, to-morrow, whenever you can get a licence." "Oh, Claire!" Suddenly she got up. "Take me away from here," she said. "From this heat and noise. Take me to some place where it is wild and desolate. I want to be in starlight, with people who know nothing of me, and my trumpery talent. O God, Desmond, you don't know how a woman can get to hate being famous! I should like to [...]".