“Yes ... I do....”
“So everything remains....” he said, hesitatingly.
“As it was,” she replied, almost inaudibly; and her voice hesitated also.
“He told you ... the reason?” he went on.
“Yes.”
“I could not do without him ... all the time that he would be with you, Constance. And you couldn’t do without the boy either, could you, while he was with me?”
“No,” she said, automatically; and, as her voice failed her, she repeated, more firmly, “No, I should not be able to do without him.”
At that moment, she did not know if she was speaking the truth or not. Only she had a vague sensation ... as though that fair, unsullied truth were retreating a little farther from her ... like a glittering cloud....
“Then we might try to be more patient with each other,” he said. “But still I should like to tell you, Constance, that I appreciate your thought ... your intention....”
“Yes,” she said, vaguely.