"Oh, Jerry, don't," said Jane, coming to him swiftly.
"Then for God's sake, put us out of our misery, Jane."
"I can't! I can't decide like this. It isn't fair to any of us. I don't know what I think—I'm all a seething misery of emotions and terror. I've got to have time. I've got to do it alone," she said breathlessly. "Can't you understand, Jerry? Martin's love is the biggest thing that has ever been offered to me; it is his whole being; I can't decide about it so!"
"What about my love?"
"You never offered me your love, Jerry; I have never known it for a moment since I married you."
"But we've lived together—we've had a child."
"I know; it never seemed sin to me, because I did not know what I was desecrating. Now I know that my soul received nothing from my senses, gave nothing to them, that is why I have been so unsatisfied."
"And our boy?"
Jane groaned in anguish at that thrust.
"That isn't fair, Paxton," Christiansen protested.