"I don't know," it said, "why you want to stick here. It won't do either of us any good."
"Has it began?" she said. "Can't anything stop it?"
"Yes. You can stop it if you stay here all night. If you want it to go right you must keep away. It's madness your coming here at this time of night. I can't think why you—I should have thought you'd have known—"
"Oh, Ranny, don't be hard on me."
"I'm not hard on you. You're hard on yourself. You want a divorce and I want it. Don't you know we sha'n't get it—if—"
"But I don't want it—I don't indeed."
"What's that?"
"I don't want it. I didn't know you were divorcing me. I never thought you'd go and do it after all these years."
"Rot! You knew I was going to do it the minute I had the money."
"You don't understand. I've come to ask you if you'll forgive me—and take me back."