He sat beside her: "Ethel," he whispered intensely: "I am at the Cross-roads."
"Oh?" commented Ethel, without any interest.
"It came last night."
"Did it?"
"This is the end—between Sybil and myself."
"Is it?"
"Yes—the end. It's been horrible from the first—horrible. There's not a word of mine—not an action—she doesn't misunderstand."
"How boring," said Ethel blandly.
"She would see harm even in THIS!"
"Why?"