“I wouldn’t have done it for myself,” she said. “I wouldn’t have thought of such a thing.... But I couldn’t let Lawrence want!”
Landry stood up.
“Listen to me, Rosaleen!” he said. “There’s just one hope for you. Either you leave this demoralising, degrading atmosphere at once—or——”
“Or what?” she asked, with interest.
“Or else I’m done with you.”
She shook her head sadly.
“No,” she said. “It’s no use talking like that. I shouldn’t dream of leaving him, ever. I only wanted you to understand. I couldn’t bear for you not to. But I see that you don’t. Do you, Mr. Landry?”
“I don’t know!” he said, miserably.
They were silent for a very long time. The ceiling shook from the dancing feet in the studio overhead, but no sound reached them. They were completely isolated in there, behind the drawn red curtains. At last Rosaleen looked up.
“Anyway,” she said. “I think the best thing is—not to see each other any more.”