"That's what you wanted, was it?"
"You know it was. I never asked you to marry me. I asked you not to. And you would—you would. I didn't want to marry you."
"And why didn't you want? That's what I'd like to get at?"
"Because I knew what it would be."
"Has it been so very bad then?"
She sat up straighter, wringing her hands as if she wrung her words out. "It's been awful—something awful. All the things I don't like—all the time. And it's made me hate the sight of you. It's made me wish I'd died before I'd seen you. And I want to get away. I want to get out of this horrid, hateful little house. I knew I would. I knew—I knew——"
"My God—if I'd known——"
"You? If you'd known! I wish to God you had. I wish you had just! If that would have stopped you marrying me. Oh, you knew all right; only you didn't care. You never have cared. I suppose you think it's what I'm made for."
"I don't follow. It may be all wrong. I'll allow it is all wrong, all the time. What I want to know is what's up now?"
"Can't you see what's up? Can't you think?"