"You know—you know," she moaned into the pillow.
"My God, I wish I did!"
Then he remembered.
"Unless—you mean—"
"You ought to know what I mean without my telling you."
"Well, if I do, you needn't cast it up to me. I married you right enough, Vi."
"Yes, that's what you did. And that's why I hate you."
"It seems to me a queer reason. But, come to that, what else could we do?"
She sat up, pulling herself together like a woman who had things to say and meant to say them now.
"We could have done as I wanted. We could have gone on as we were."