"I feel," she continued slowly, "as if I hadn't got you, as if all of you weren't there, and as if it weren't me you were taking——"
"Who, then?"
"Something just for yourself. It has been fine, so that I daren't think of it. But is it me you want, or is it It?"
He again felt guilty. Did he leave Clara out of count, and take simply woman? But he thought that was splitting a hair.
"When I had Baxter, actually had him, then I did feel as if I had all of him," she said.
"And it was better?" he asked.
"Yes, yes; it was more whole. I don't say you haven't given me more than he ever gave me."
"Or could give you."
"Yes, perhaps; but you've never given me yourself."
He knitted his brows angrily.