She said, “I’m glad you see it from my viewpoint.”
“I’m trying to. I’d like to get a little more of that viewpoint. It would make my story more interesting.”
“You’re tactful,” she said. “I’m not. You know how to write. I don’t.”
“Have I your permission to use my own judgement then?”
“Yes — no. Wait a minute — I guess not. I don’t think you’d better say anything about it. You can say that the action has been dismissed. That’s enough. I don’t want to have my feelings spread out in print to satisfy the curiosity of a lot of morbid scandal-mongers.”
“You didn’t do anything. It was Dr. Lintig.”
“I guess I was a little fool. If I’d known more about life, I’d have kept my eyes closed to what was going on and continued to live on with him as his wife.”
“You mean remained right on here in Oakview?”
She all but shuddered. “Good heavens, no! This town is dead from its — it’s quaint. It’s retained its individuality. It’s all right for the people who like it.”
“Perhaps your travels have brought about a change in you. Perhaps you’ve changed while Oakview is standing still.”