"Of course you were angry and hurt. I was afraid you would be," he said.
She looked at him with a curious smile.
"But then," he continued, "you saw how I was placed. Do you think I didn't suffer in going? I've never had such a wrench in my life. Won't you forgive me, Maggie?"
"Forgive! What's the use of talking like that? What's the use of my 'forgiving' you for being what you are?"
"You talk as if you'd found me out in something."
She turned to him, saying very low,
"And haven't you found me out, too? We are face to face now, Willie."
He did not fully understand her. Half in justification, half in apology, he said doggedly,
"I simply had to go."
"Yes, you simply had to go. There was the railway. Oh, what's the use of talking about it?"