"I'm ashamed."
"Tell me; do you still love him?"
"No, it's not love. I love you."
"But what then, my darling? Why are you ashamed?"
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."