RUTH. That was what I’d started to tell. We’d had a fight just before you came and I got crazy mad—and I told him all I’ve told you.
ANDREW. (gaping at her speechlessly for a moment) You told Rob—you loved me?
ANDREW. (shrinking away from her in horror) You—you—you mad fool, you! How could you do such a thing?
RUTH. I couldn’t help it. I’d got to the end of bearing things—without talking.
ANDREW. Then Rob must have known every moment I stayed here! And yet he never said or showed—God, how he must have suffered! Didn’t you know how much he loved you?
RUTH. (dully) Yes. I knew he liked me.
ANDREW. Liked you! What kind of a woman are you? Couldn’t you have kept silent? Did you have to torture him? No wonder he’s dying! And you’ve lived together for five years with this between you?
RUTH. We’ve lived in the same house.
ANDREW. Does he still think——