She began to cry on his shoulder:
“I feel....”
“What?”
“That I am not free, although ... although I am divorced. I feel ... that I am his wife all the same.”
She whispered the words almost inaudibly.
“But then you do love him and more than you love me.”
“No, no, I swear I don’t!”
“But, darling, you’re not talking sense!”
“Yes, indeed I am.”
“No, you’re not. It’s impossible!”