"And you don't care what I do; where I go; what happens?"
"It's curious; I don't. Once if I thought you met, looked at, spoke to, any other woman prettier or better dressed than I could be, I suffered torture. But now, I'm through with it. I'm sorry it should be so."
"But that's that," said Osborn roughly, with a brief laugh.
He pulled her to him strongly, kissing her.
"I love you, you know. But if you've no more use for me—"
"Well?"
"Don't expect too much of me, that's all."
"I have told you that I expect nothing."
"Then you ought to!" he broke out angrily.
"I thought men appreciated complaisant wives."