“Then I went away; went as soon as I found out.”
“Of course—”
“Yes; of course; only—”
“Only—you came back. You knew; and yet you came back.”
She saw his lips hardening again to doggedness. He had dropped into a chair facing hers, and sat there with lowered head, his hands clenched on his knees.
“Naturally you’re bound to think the worst of me—”
She interrupted him. “I’m still waiting to know what to think of you. Don’t let it be the worst!”
He made a hopeless gesture. “What is the worst?”
“The worst is that, having gone, you should ever have come back. Why did you?”
He stood up, and this time their eyes met. “You have the right to question me about my own feelings; but not about any one else’s.”