"If you think all the suffering is yours ... you ... you are mistaken, Amaldi."
"Forgive me...." he repeated.
"And ... and...." she stumbled on, "you speak of my being free ... but even if ... if things were ... different ... you are not free...."
"Do you mean if you ... loved me?" said Amaldi.
"Yes," she murmured, colouring deeply.
He flushed, too, then paled.
"In that case I should soon free myself," he said.
Sophy glanced up at him in amazement, then down again.
"But ... there is no divorce in Italy...." she stammered.
"An Italian can be naturalised in Switzerland and divorced there," he rejoined, steadying his voice with an effort.