His devil, the old devil that used to be in him, looked at her then.
"You used to like me," he said.
But Jinny was beyond its torment. "Of course I liked you. I liked you awfully. You were another person then."
He said nothing to that.
"Forgive me, George," she said presently. "You see, I love your little wife."
"I love you for loving her," he said.
"You may go on loving me for that. But you needn't come any further with me. I know my way."
"But I want to come with you."
"And I, unfortunately, want to be alone."
"You shall. I'll walk behind you—as many yards as you like behind you. I've got to carry the books."