She looked at him with her sad, uncomprehending eyes; her hands made a hopeless, helpless gesture.
"You know what you have done," she said presently. "And you know that it was wrong."
"Yes, it was wrong. But the whole thing was wrong. Wrong from the beginning. How are we going to make it right?"
"I don't know, Walter. We must do our best."
"Yes, but what are we going to do? What are you going to do?"
"I have told you that I am not going to leave you."
"We are to go on, then, as we did before?"
"Yes—as far as possible."
"Then," he said, "we shall still be all wrong. Can't you see it? Can't you see now that it's all wrong?"
"What do you mean?"