“But you’re divorced from him: not merely separated, but divorced!”
“Yes, I’m divorced; but it’s not that.”
“What then, dearest?”
She shook her head and hid her face against him:
“I can’t tell you, Duco.”
“Why not?”
“I’m ashamed.”
“Tell me; do you still love him?”
“No, it’s not love. I love you.”