"Would you call it reasonable for us both to be free?"
He started—eyed her suspiciously.
"How 'free'? Free in what way?"
"Quite, quite free, Morris."
He paled.
"Divorce...?" he said.
"Yes."
"You want to divorce me?"
"I want us both to have our own lives wholly in our own hands again—that is the only way."
He stared at her, whiter and whiter.