"Can he make me come back?"
"No. He can, if he chooses, get a formal order for you to go back, but it won't be enforced. It will only give him a right to a legal separation—not to a divorce, of course—just a separation."
"You're sure they can't make me go back?"
"Oh, quite. That's settled."
"That's what I wanted to be quite clear about." She stepped up to his chair and laid her hand on his shoulder. "You're still against me?"
"Oh, how can I tell? The heart knows its own bitterness—nobody else can."
She pressed his shoulder in a friendly fashion; she was comforted by his half-approval. At least it was not a condemnation, even though it refused the responsibility of sanction.
"Of course he needn't give you any money."
"I've got my own. You got it settled on me and paid to myself."
"It's very little—about a hundred and fifty a year. I want you to look at all sides of the business."