‘Well, there’s only one way, isn’t there—one way really. I meant, divorce you.’
He stood staring down at her. Catherine talking of divorcing him. Catherine.
‘How can you at your age be tied up, go on being married, to some one like me?’ she asked. ‘It isn’t even decent. And besides—in that flat together—you might think I—I expected——’
She broke off with a gesture of helplessness, while he still stared at her.
‘I haven’t an idea how we could manage all the—the details,’ she said, bowing her head, for she felt she couldn’t endure his stare. ‘It would hurt so,’ she finished in a whisper.
‘And so you think the solution is to divorce me,’ said Christopher.
‘What else is there to do? You’ve only got to look at me——’
‘Divorce me,’ he said, ‘when we have loved each other so?’
And suddenly he began to shout at her, stamping his foot, while hot tears rushed into his eyes. ‘Oh you little fool, you little fool!’ he shouted. ‘You’ve always been such a little fool——’
‘But look at me,’ she said desperately, throwing back her head and flinging out her arms.