“Something. Not much.”
“I’m a married man. And my wife won’t live with me for reasons that I think most women would consider sound.... Or I should have made love to you long ago.”
There came a silence again.
“I don’t care,” said Ann Veronica.
“But if you knew anything of that—”
“I did. It doesn’t matter.”
“Why did you tell me? I thought—I thought we were going to be friends.”
He was suddenly resentful. He seemed to charge her with the ruin of their situation. “Why on earth did you TELL me?” he cried.
“I couldn’t help it. It was an impulse. I HAD to.”
“But it changes things. I thought you understood.”