A little sound like a groan escaped him.
"You'll think of me sometimes, my girl, won't you?" he said huskily.
"I don't suppose I shall be able to help it." She smiled at him over her shoulder, as she crossed the room to restore her basket to its place.
"I was an ignorant, uneducated man. I didn't know how to treat you properly. I wanted to make you happy, but I didn't seem to know just how to do it."
"You've never been unkind to me, Frank. You've been very patient with me!"
"I guess you'll be happier away from me, though. And I'll be able to think that you're warm and comfortable and at home, and that you've plenty to eat."
"Do you think that's all I want?" she suddenly flashed at him.
He gave her a quick glance and looked away immediately.
"I couldn't expect you to stay on here, not when you've got a chance of going back to the old country. This life is all new to you. You know that one."
"Oh, yes, I know it: I should think I did!" She gave a little mirthless laugh, and went over to her chair again.