He took her by the hand again. “You sent him away?”
“Yes.”
“When?”
“After ‘Clovelly.’ Oh, Phil, you hurt me so. But I couldn’t stand seeing him after that.”
“Why?”
“Because, cruel as you were, I knew that you were right and that I was wrong. I hated you that night—hated you because you made me such a pitiful thing; but— Oh, I loved you, too, more than ever. If only you hadn’t been so hard—so bitter. If you had been gentle then, you might have taken me in your arms and crushed me if you liked. I shouldn’t have cared.”
“Sh—that was only in the dream, Jane.” And then: “You never cared for him?” he asked quickly.
“Never.”
“Then why——?”