He looked at her glowingly: "How marvellously different two women can be! You—my wife."
Ethel shook her head and smiled her calm, dead smile "We're not really very different, Christian. Only some natures like change. Yours does. And the new have all the virtues. Why, I might not last as long as your wife did."
"Don't say that. We lave a common bond—UNDERSTANDING."
"Think so?"
"I understand you."
"I wonder."
"You do me."
"Yes—that is just the difficulty."
"I tell you I am at the cross-roads. The fingerboard points the way to me distinctly."
"Does it?"