‘That you’re older than I am. I knew that. I could see that.’
How unaccountable one is, thought Catherine; for when he said this she was conscious of a small stab of chagrin.
‘But you see now how much older,’ she said.
‘Much! Little! What words. I don’t know what they mean. You’re you. And you’re me as well. As though I cared for any Virginia, fifty times married. My business is only with you, and yours only with me——’
‘I haven’t got any business with you.’
‘Shut her out. Forget her——’
‘Shut out Virginia?’
‘Be just you. Be just me.’
‘Oh, you’re absolutely mad.’
‘Catherine, you’re not going to let the fact that you were born before me separate us?’