"I only know how much I love you!"
An inarticulate sound resembling a stifled sob came from him. After a while——
"What are you going to do with me, Sweet?"
What answer could she give him but one? "What I must!" Yet she clung all the closer.
"Though you love me?"
"I shall love you till I die. But we have to—we must—part!"
His arms about her were like bands of iron. He was scarcely aware of the force with which he crushed her to him.
"It cannot be done," he said almost to himself.
"Why did you not divorce her?" Honor asked resentfully.
"To punish her. Ah!—my God!—Punishments come home to roost. Some day I will tell you the whole sordid story. There is no time now—I have to go back to Meredith."