"Unless there's someone else whom you've fallen in love with enough to - But I don't believe there is. You don't fall in love, Helen. All you want is a series of flirtations. But if I am to help you now -'
"Why should you?" she interrupted.
"Because you're my wife."
"The whole duty of a husband, in fact. Thank you, but I would prefer you to keep out of it."
"I can't do that."
"You were a fool to come down here!" she said.
"Possibly, but if you were to be dragged into the case there was nothing to be done."
She turned. "To save your own good name? Do you hate me, John?"
"No."
"You're indifferent, in fact. We're both indifferent." She came away from the window. "I don't want to be divorced. I realise that all this mess - Ernie's death, the scandal, everything! - has been my fault, and I'm sorry. In future, I'll be more careful. There really isn't anything more to be said, is there?"