"You mean," Jonathan persisted, "you will get a divorce? And then go to her?"
How ugly, how sordid, that seemed, spoken aloud in the clear light of morning!
But David said, "I mean that."
"Have you thought of—your wife?"
"She wouldn't be hurt, wouldn't really care."
"And you have a boy. A beautiful boy, I am told."
"That—that is part of the—price."
"Ah! the price! You have thought of the price then. And you are ready to pay it. Other people have paid it, I know. I have wondered if they didn't pay too much. David—" Jonathan looked away. "Have you thought of—her?"
"Can't you understand I am thinking of her? I can't let her be hurt.
And I want her—you can't know—"
He flung an arm over his face. And he was glad of the sharp pain that shot through his side.