"That night. When I came to you."
She remembered.
"Then? Walter, that is unforgivable. To bring up a little thing like that—"
"You call it a little thing? A little thing?"
"I had forgotten it. And for you to remember it all these years—and to cast it up against me—now—"
"I haven't cast anything up against you."
"You implied you held me responsible for your sin."
"I don't hold you responsible for anything. Not even for that."
Her face never changed. She did not take in the meaning of his emphasis.
He continued. "And, if you want your separation, you shall have it. Though I did hope that you might consider that six years was about enough of it."