"Jane doesn't love me; you know that, just as I know it."
"Well, she's been a good wife, hasn't she?"
"The best. But there's somebody she does care about."
"Martin Christiansen?"
"You saw it, too?"
"No. I was only afraid of it. They had so much in common. He gave her all the consideration you did not."
"Oh, I know I've got no chance with him, but it doesn't make it any easier!" he cried.
"How did you know about it?"
"They told me. Jane called me in—said there had been an accident—that he had told her he loved her; she was all to pieces. I could see it, I never saw her so upset."
"Poor Jane! But why did she go away?"