"What things?" I said feebly. I was beginning to feel the pain now, the numbness was passing off; and I knew that I was going to suffer.
"I want to know when you married, and if you are happy—and why you ran away like that, and if you loved Walter Markham. Pam—I'll be content if you'll only answer me one thing, is he good to you? Have you married the right man? Pam, I've got to know."
I knew then how much it hurt; my throat felt like a funny little unoiled, unused machine when I spoke.
"Tell me if you are happily married?"
"I?"
"Yes."
"I'm not married at all."
"Grace," I said, "Grace said——"
"She's married. She married Clay Rendle. She was always in love with him."
"She was in love with you."