"But I didn't think it a misfortune."
"You made me think that it would be unfortunate for you, and that is quite as strong a reason. I hope we shall part as friends."
"I won't part at all," he said, standing his ground with his back to the fire. "I don't understand it, by heaven I don't. Because I said some stupid thing about Boulogne, all in joke—"
"It was not in joke when you said that troubles had come heavy on you since you were engaged."
"A man may be allowed to know, himself, whether he was in joke or not. I suppose the truth is you don't care about me?"
"I hope, Mr. Maule, that in time it may come—not quite to that."
"I think that you are—using me very badly. I think that you are—behaving—falsely to me. I think that I am—very—shamefully treated—among you. Of course I shall go. Of course I shall not stay in this house. A man can't make a girl keep her promise. No—I won't shake hands. I won't even say good-bye to you. Of course I shall go." So saying he slammed the door behind him.
"If he cares for you he'll come back to you," Lady Chiltern said to Adelaide that night, who at the moment was lying on her bed in a sad condition, frantic with headache.
"I don't want him to come back; I will never make him go to Boulogne."
"Don't think of it, dear."