"Then go back to him, for God's sake, and let me come to the end of this road. Let all that is past sink to a memory, not remain a raw, present wound, that smarts from my waking moment until I sleep again."
"You are weary of me?"
"I'm weary of half of you, or a quarter of you, or what particular proportion of you may still be supposed to belong to me."
"I am all yours—heart and soul—and you know it; or if you do not, Christopher Yeoland does."
"You love him too."
"That question was answered years ago. I love him, and always shall. His welfare is much to me. I have been concerned with it to-day."
"Yet you dare to say you belong heart and soul to me."
"It is the truth. If you don't understand that, I cannot help you. He does understand."
"I lack his fine intellect. You must endeavour to sink to my level and make this truth apparent to your husband's blunter perceptions. I must have more than words. Acts will better appeal to me. After to-day I forbid you to see or speak with Yeoland; and may you never suffer as you have made me suffer."
"I will do what you wish. If you had only spoken sooner, Myles, some of this misery might have been escaped. I wish I had seen it."