Was it the disgust of knowing that you were only one of a procession? Or was it that Effie's sad, sharp face slipped between?
And the end of it. The break-down, when Effie was ill.
His hysterical cries. "My wife, Sharlie, my wife. We oughtn't to have done it….
"… I can't forgive myself, Sharlie. I've been a brute, a beast, a stupid animal….
"… When I think of what we've done to her—the little innocent thing—the awful unhappiness—I could kill myself."
"Do you mean she knows?"
"She thinks. That's bad enough. If she knew, it would kill her."
"You said she wouldn't care. You said there was another man."
"There wasn't."
"You lied, then?"