“Wrote? What to say?”
“That you were going out with him. What business was it of hers, what you were about?”
“She wrote to you?”
“Damn them all. But you would have done well to have married him. It meant money.”
“But I couldn’t leave you.”
“Very good of you.”
She felt a kind of clearness, she saw her way. She was much, much happier than ever. She took his arm, but he seemed so uncomfortable that she let it go again.
“What’ll you do, d’you think?”
“Stay here.”
“But you can’t always do that, you know. You’d better go away.”