"That's the ghastly part of it. You—my—husband. You're only my husband because of him. You knew that when I married you, didn't you? You knew the lies he told me when he wanted me to marry you. You never contradicted them. And I was too silly, too young to know. I wanted to get away from it all; and from him. I couldn't guess that you—d'you think, Ernest, if it hadn't been for those lies I'd have married you? Do you?"
"Oh, I don't know. I usually get what I want, Jenny."
"And why do you get it? Why?"
"Perhaps because I want it."
She laughed harshly.
"Because Daniel Drare gets it for you. Because he's had everything all his life. Because he's behind you for the time being. That's why!"
"And what if it is?"
"My God!" She muttered. "I can't make you understand. I can't even talk to either of you."
"You went to see him!"
"I went to him to tell him I couldn't stand it any longer. I begged him to help me; just—this—once—I told him I couldn't go on this way. I told him I couldn't bear any more. I told him the truth; that I'd—I'd go mad."