"Ranny, you're going to take her back," she said.
"What must you think of me?"
"Think of you? I wouldn't have you different." The whole spirit of her love for him was in those words.
She continued. "You see, dear, it comes to the same thing. If you didn't take her back I couldn't marry you, for it wouldn't be you. You'll have to take her."
"You talk as if I'd nobody but her to think of. Look what she's making me do to you—"
"I'm strong enough to bear it and she isn't. She'll go straight to the bad if we don't look after her."
"That's it. She said there was nothing but the streets for her." He brooded. "If I was a rich man I could divorce her and give her an allowance to live away. I can't stand it, Winny, when I think of you."
"You needn't think of me, dear. It isn't as if I hadn't known."
"How could you know?"
"I knew all the time she'd come back—some day."