"You don't mean to tell me," he said sternly, "that you dream of answering?"
"If it could only end in dreaming."
He groaned. "Here have I been away from you, how long? Six months, is it? Only six months, Jinny, just long enough to get married in, and you go and do the very things I told you not to. You're not to be trusted by yourself for a single minute. I told you what it would be like."
"George dear, can't you do something? Can't you save me?"
"My dear Jinny, I've tried my level best to save you. But you wouldn't be saved."
"Ah," said she, "you don't know how I've hated it."
"Haven't you liked any of it."
"No," she said slowly. "Not any of it."
"The praise, Jinny, didn't you like the praise? Weren't you just a little bit intoxicated?"
"Did I look intoxicated?"