“At any rate it isn’t enough for me. I want to know more—if you’re going to stay.”
“There is nothing more to tell,” she answered, sadly.
It struck him as so very true that he did not say anything. She went on:
“You wouldn’t understand. . . .”
“No?” he said, quietly. He held himself tight not to burst into howls and imprecations.
“I tried to be faithful . . .” she began again.
“And this?” he exclaimed, pointing at the fragments of her letter.
“This—this is a failure,” she said.
“I should think so,” he muttered, bitterly.
“I tried to be faithful to myself—Alvan—and . . . and honest to you. . . .”