"Oh, tell me, Helen! You can't have loved him."
"Perhaps he loved me."
"But—that night! Have you forgotten it?"
"No. I remember."
"So do I! I dream about it! Helen, tell me. What was it? There's Zebedee. And it was me that George loved."
Helen spoke sharply. "He didn't love you. You bewitched him. He loves me."
"You haven't told me everything."
"There is no reason why I should."
Miriam spoke on a sob. "You needn't be unkind. And where's your ring? You haven't said you love him. You're not really married, are you?"
"Yes, I am."