"Don't talk about her. Don't think about her."
"But we must. There she is. There she's always been—"
"And here we are. And here we've always been. Have you ever thought for a minute of yourself? Have you ever thought of me? I'm sick of hearing you say 'poor Vi.' Poor Vi! D'you know why I won't take her back? Why I can't forgive her? It's not for what you know she's done. It's for something you never knew about. I've a good mind to tell you."
"No—don't. I'd rather not know. Whatever it was, she couldn't help it."
"You ought to know. It was something she did to you."
"She never did anything to me, Ranny."
"Didn't she? She did something to me that came to the same thing. I suppose you think I cared for her before I cared for you?"
"Well—yes."
"I didn't then. It was the other way about. And she knew it. And she lied to me about you. She told me you didn't care for me."
"She told you—?"