"Ought to have been," he said, "but wasn't. Why not?"
"There haven't been chances. Helen's been out of England nearly all the time."
"Not one chance of reconciliation—in seven years?"
"I'm afraid that's the truth."
"It must have been a dreadful tiff."
"Oh, no."
"What was it about?"
"She objected to—to a certain attitude I had taken up. That was all. Nothing very dreadful."
He said: "I suppose the reason you won't tell me is because the quarrel was about me. And I can guess what it was. She blamed you for persuading me to go away."
I said nothing.