"Why do you pity me?" she asked, proudly.
"Because I have done you a wrong. Because I am unable to atone."
"You have done me no wrong. We loved each other very much ... then. At that time ... I thought I understood you. Now I no longer understand you. You breathe too rarefied an air for me."
"No, it isn't that. But...."
"What?"
"Nothing. So, Tilly, you don't want us to be divorced."
She looked at him anxiously:
"No," she entreated.
"Well, dear, then we won't be," he said, gently. "Only ... our present life ... is no life at all. So it will be better if...."
"If what?"