"Why do you not leave me?" said Elaine still more coldly, surprised that he did not move.
"I am waiting your permission to say—"
"There is nothing to be said. Go!"
"But you are my wife. You loved me once—"
She interrupted him with a glance.
"Certainly; but I love you no longer."
"Forgive me, but I must say one word. I will obey you, whatever you say. May I not see at least a glimmer of hope that some day when I have expiated my sin by penances, punishments without number, some day you will forgive me?"
Seeing the cold scorn in her eyes he continued: "Very well. There are some crimes that only blood can wash away. I will kill myself."
"It is too late for that! You should have killed yourself before, not after your crime."
Pointing again to the door, he was forced to leave her.