"Zebedee," she said miserably.
"Come into my room," he said.
The door was shut on them, and she dropped against it.
"Zebedee, I can't bear it."
"My little life!"
"I was so happy," she said piteously, "and, in the street, I saw you with that girl. You held her arm, and I had to come to you. I had, Zebedee."
"Had you, dear?" he said. He was pulling off her gloves, gently and quickly, holding each wrist in turn, and together they looked at the broad band of gold. Their eyes met in a pain beyond the reach of words.
She bowed her head, but not in shame.
"My hat, too," she said, and he found the pins and took it from her.
"Your ring is here," she said, and touched herself. Her lips trembled. "I can't go back."