"Ye-es. Though what else could it be, when you showed in every way that your love—if it was love—had turned to—to actual hate, before you married me?"
"Oh, not so bad as that!" Garth protested, something like a queer, suppressed laugh, shaking his voice.
"Dislike, then."
"That sounds as if I hadn't treated you decently."
"No, for you have. You've been very decent indeed—except that you've forced me to do lots of things I haven't wanted to do, like living in that suite at the Plaza and—and coming out here, and all that."
"Wasn't it necessary, as you were so anxious to avoid scandal?"
"There might have been other ways."
"I didn't see them. Anyhow, it's done now. It can't be undone. And as things were, I've tried to treat you as you want to be treated, all through. As to the money, I will defend myself there, since it seems that you have seen to the bottom of the well—where truth lies!—only in those short flashes. If Severance had ever tried to hand me a million dollars or any other sum for what I've done, I'd have thrown it in his face, and knocked the face in after it. That's what I meant from the first. So now you know."
"But—if you'd stopped wanting me? Why—why? You said yourself I didn't seem to be a judge of how much it took to kill love."
"Yes, I said that."