"You've hurt rather. You've pitched it back at me. I don't mean the beastly money, but the intention. I think you might have trusted me. On my honour, I'd have taken no advantage of it!"
After another pause, she said:
"I'm a fool to tell you, but I can't help it.... I'm not on the stage any more, I'm not hard up; I'm—married."
"Married?"
"I've been married five years."
"Good Lord!" he said. "Well— Not on the stage? What are you doing here then?"
"I wasn't acting; I only came down to be in it all again. I—" her smile was wistful, "I was 'trying back'; I wanted to feel as I used to feel—I was dull."
He nodded comprehension; "Oh yes! I've done a lot of 'trying back' myself.... Do you care for him?"
She gave the faintest shrug.
"I wish you weren't going away," he sighed. "I shall often see you again?"