"I must be getting back," she said; "anything else you have to say to me you can tell me on the way home."
"Well, it all amounts to this, Esther; if I get a divorce we might come together again. What do you think?"
"I think you'd much better make it up with her. I daresay she's very sorry for what she's done."
"That's all rot, Esther. She ain't sorry, and wouldn't live with me no more than I with her. We could not get on; what's the use? You'd better let bygones be bygones. You know what I mean—marry me."
"I don't think I could do that."
"You like some other chap. You like some chap, and don't want me interfering in your life. That's why you wants me to go back and live with my wife. You don't think of what I've gone through with her already."
"You've not been through half of what I have. I'll be bound that you never wanted a dinner. I have."
"Esther, think of the child."
"You're a nice one to tell me to think of the child, I who worked and slaved for him all these years."
"Then I'm to take no for an answer?"