She remembered. She remembered how she had first come to Wyck and found
Jerrold happy and superbly well.
"But," she said, "you were happy then."
He sighed, a long, tearing sigh that hurt her.
"Yes. We were happy then."
And in a flash of terrific clarity she remembered her home-coming and the night that followed it and Jerrold's acquiescence in their separation.
"Then," she said, "if you were happy——"
"Do you want to know how far it went?"
"I want to know everything. I want the truth. I think you owe me the truth."
"It went just as far as it could go."
"Do you mean——"