“Long years before.”
“Before that other one as you married?”
“Before that.”
“And she’s pretty and has pretty things?”
“I’ve told her about you.”
“Oh! and she sent you back! Thank you for nothing.”
“She did not. I came of my own accord. I couldn’t leave you like that.”
“I’d rather you did. I’d rather you did. My Christ! I can’t bear to see you sitting there and talking and talking——”
He rose to his feet: “I can’t leave you, Ann. I couldn’t leave you like you are. . . .”
She leaned across the table and put out her hand.