How little women understood him.
There was a pathetic catch in his voice as he turned to Ethel and said reproachfully:
"You think me purely selfish?"
"Naturally," she answered quickly. "I AM. Why, not be truthful about ourselves sometimes? Eh?"
"We quarrelled last night—about you!" he said, desperately.
"Really?"
"Gossip has linked us together. My wife has heard and put the worst construction on it."
"Well?"
"We said things to each other last night that can never be forgiven or forgotten. I left the house and walked the streets—hours! I looked my whole life back and through as though it were some stranger's" He turned abruptly away to the windows and stayed a moment, looking down the drive.
Ethel said nothing.