She shrugged her shoulders in an act of complete indifference, and did not reply.
“Will you return to your husband?”
“I shall return,” she said coldly.
“Will you return willingly, Maria?” he exclaimed sorrowfully, but without a trace of anger in his voice.
“Not willingly. I am going to return because I ought to.”
“Won’t you suffer in returning? Tell me, Maria.”
“I shall suffer, that is true,” she declared precisely, “but I ought to suffer, it seems. I have been intoxicated with happiness and liberty, my friend. One pays for such things. Here I am ready to pay.”
“How will you live with him?”
“As I can. I shall do my best, and shall try to do my duty. Emilio, too, has suffered through my betrayal. In returning to him I must do what I can to make him forget his suffering.”
“But you don’t love him.”