"That has nothing to do with it."
"Nothing?"
"I believe you have lost your wits, you are demented," he said, violently.
"Oh, I wish I were demented! Then my troubles would be over."
The despair of these words softened him. She had turned away, he followed her. "Margaret, listen to reason. In some cases it is right that a wife should go back to her husband, almost no matter what he has done. But yours is not one of them, it would kill you."
"No more than it did before."
"But it's worse for you now."
"It's exactly the same."
"He left you a second time."