"You are hideously logical," he grumbled.
They were walking slower now, within a few yards of the entrance to her flat. Both of them were a little disturbed,—she, full as she was with all the generous impulses of sensuous humanity, intensely awakened, intensely sympathetic.
"Tell me, where is your wife?" she asked.
"In America."
"It is hopeless with her?"
"Utterly and irretrievably hopeless."
"It has been for long?"
"For years."
"And for the sake of your principles," she went on, almost angrily, "your stupid, canonical and dry-as-dust little principles, you've let your life shrivel up."
"I can't help it," he answered. "What would you have me do? Stand in the market place and shout my needs?"