"Give up—"
"No, no," he interrupted. "It is useless. I cannot. I am so lonely."
"Give up," she repeated inexorably, "thy wife."
"What sayest thou? My wife! But she is not my wife. Thou art my wife."
"Even so. Give me up. Give me Get (divorce)."
His breath failed, his heart thumped at the suggestion.
"Give thee Get!" he whispered.
"Yes. Why didst thou not send me a bill of divorcement when I left thy home for this?"
He averted his face. "I thought of it," he stammered. "And then—"
"And then?" He seemed to see a sardonic glitter in the gray eyes.