"I gained your consent by a trick, when you ought to have been free to give or refuse it. I admit it all."
"And it has brought us to this!" She rose as she spoke, a picture of indignation. "There's no use talking any more about it," said she.
He looked at her long and deliberately. He seemed to weigh something in his mind, to ask whether he should or should not say something.
"And you conclude that the sort of person I am isn't fit to live with?" he asked at last.
"I've told you what I've made up my mind to do. I can't help whether you stay or go too. But I'm going away from here, and going alone."
"Because I'm that sort of person?"
"Yes. If you like to put it that way, yes."
"Very well. But before you go, a word about you! Sit down, please." She obeyed his rather imperative gesture. "I've been meek," he smiled. "I've admitted all you said about me. And now, please, a word about you!"
"About me? What is there to say about me? Oh, you're going back to that old story about my pride again!"
Once more he looked long at her face. It was flushed