"He did not."
"He wouldn't. Compromise is foreign to his nature."
He sat leaning forward, contemplating, with apparent satisfaction, his own strong-grained, immaculate hands. From time to time he tapped the floor with a nervous movement of his foot.
"Then," he said presently, "if that's so, there's no reason, is there, why you shouldn't come back to me?"
"I can't come back to you. I told you so yesterday."
"Since yesterday the situation has altered considerably; or rather, it remains precisely where it was before."
"No, Wilfrid; things can never be as they were before."
"Why not?—if I choose to ignore this episode, this little aberration on your part. You must be equally anxious to forget it. In which case we may consider our relations uninterrupted."
"Do you think I gave Robert Lucy up to go back to you?"
"My dear Kitty, if I'm willing to take you back after you gave me up for him, I think my attitude almost constitutes a claim."