She looked up after awhile, and dried her eyes, and put him away.
"What are we going to do?" she asked.
He caught at the underlying suggestion, and for the life of him he could not keep the gladness out of his voice.
"Does he mean to apply for a divorce?" he asked.
"Yes."
He pulled himself together. Surely, if he were a man at all, it was the time to think of her needs, not of his own.
"Kate, I have brought all this on you."
But her hands were over his mouth before the words were half out.
"Don't say that, dear. Do you think I didn't help you to it?"
There was no touch of the outside world then. The frank abandonment of that confession left nothing more to be said, or hoped, or striven for.