‘You know it is.’
‘How did I behave before?’ he asked, glancing at her.
‘Like yourself—kindly and gently.’
‘If I always did so, in spite of things that might have embittered another man’s temper, I think it deserved some return of kindness from you.’
‘What “things” do you mean?’
‘Circumstances for which neither of us is to blame.’
‘I am not conscious of having failed in kindness,’ said Amy, distantly.
‘Then that only shows that you have forgotten your old self, and utterly changed in your feeling to me. When we first came to live here could you have imagined yourself leaving me alone for long, miserable days, just because I was suffering under misfortunes? You have shown too plainly that you don’t care to give me the help even of a kind word. You get away from me as often as you can, as if to remind me that we have no longer any interests in common. Other people are your confidants; you speak of me to them as if I were purposely dragging you down into a mean condition.’
‘How can you know what I say about you?’
‘Isn’t it true?’ he asked, flashing an angry glance at her.