“For what?”
“For everything.... Felix, if we had met each other for the first time now—”
“Yes....”
“We could be very happy, I think. Oh, I know we could!”
“Have we hurt each other so much, then?” he asked sadly.
“It’s not that.... All that was my fault.”
“No,” he said.
“Yes. I’ve thought everything out. And sometimes I think I’m not sorry that it happened. Because I’ve learned some things I didn’t know—about myself.”
“Tell me.”
“I’d rather not.... Felix, I’m not the same person I was. I’ve found things in myself I’m frightened of. Don’t make me tell them....”