"You know I did."
"And even if I went with you, we couldn't have them. That's gone—just slipped away. They were so clear to me, so beautiful."
"In that house of ours," he said. "Helen, I bought that house before I went away."
"Our house?"
"Our square house—with the trees."
She broke into another storm of sobbing, and he took her on his knee again. He knew that Halkett's children would come and stifle pain and, as he tried to think he would not hate them, her voice came softly through those thoughts.
"Zebedee, I want to tell you something."
"Go on, dear."
"I want to tell you—I—He's not repellent. Don't think that. I didn't want you to think that. I suppose one can forget. And I shall always think, 'It's Zebedee who has the rest, who has all the best of me.'"
"I know you, dear. You'll be giving him all you have."