She only sobbed.
"But not so much as you did," he assured her. "You are in love with Erzeele."
"Erzeele?"
"Yes."
"He is a friend."
"He may become more ... later," he forced himself to say, uncleansed as yet of jealousy, because she was still his wife.
"Addie," she said, "I am to blame. If I could only have got accustomed to things, like all of you, at Driebergen ... I should have been happy."
"Yes, but it is not your fault that you couldn't."
"I don't want a divorce," she said.
"Why not?"