5
Margaret sat very still. When I looked at her again, her face was very white, and her distressed eyes scrutinised me. Her lips quivered as she spoke. “You really mean—THAT?” she said.
I nodded.
“I never dreamt.”
“I never meant you to dream.”
“And that is why—we've been apart?”
I thought. “I suppose it is.”
“Why have you told me now?”
“Those rumours. I didn't want any one else to tell you.”
“Or else it wouldn't have mattered?”