"Oh, nothing that you'd be interested in. I—I just want to get away."
"From me?"
"Only in the sense that—that you're part of the whole."
"The whole what?"
"The whole life. It's not a life for me any more."
She did not deny this or protest against it. For a minute or more she said nothing, though as I crossed the room from the bed to the closet for more clothes I saw in the glass that she furtively dashed away a tear. Yesterday I would have been touched by that; but now that I knew what she believed of me, what she had been believing of me during all the weeks since I had come home, my heart was benumbed. Besides, if she was in love with Dick Stroud there was no reason for my feeling pity.
I had begun on collars and neckties when she said:
"What kind of a girl was that who was here this afternoon?"
I had begun on collars and neckties when Vio said, "What kind of a girl was that who was here this afternoon?"