"What on earth are you taking about?" he retorted with a touch of irritation. "Why are you for ever harping on that theme? Naturally I care for you."
"Ah, but you torment me so! If I could only be sure, only for one little minute! How do I know it is me you want, and not what you will get with me?"
She spoke with a certain fierceness. He looked at her silently, then with a shrug of his shoulders turned away, moving towards the door.
"Where are you going?" she demanded quickly.
"What difference does it make to you where I go? Since that's the opinion you have of me, South America isn't a bad idea. The sooner the better."
"No, no, Arthur, come back; you don't understand…"
"Oh, I understand all right. You don't trust me; after a year and a half that's all you think of me. It doesn't matter, it's better not to see me again."
His hand was on the knob.
"Don't say such a stupid thing, Arthur! Come here."
"Why should I come? You don't want me really."