"And Mary knew that?"
"There's no good bothering about Mary now."
Utterly weary of their strife, she lay back and closed her eyes.
"Poor Gwenda."
Again he had compassion on her. He waited.
"You see how it was," she said.
"It doesn't help us much, dear. What are we going to do?"
"Not what you want, Steven, I'm afraid."
"Not now. But some day. You'll see it differently when you've thought of it."
"Never. Never any day. I've had all these months to think of it and I can't see it differently yet."