"You have thought of it?"
"Not like that."
"But you did think. You knew it would come to this."
"I tried not to make it come. Do you know why I tried? I don't think it was for Molly. It was for myself. It was because I wanted to keep you. That's why I shall never do what you want."
"But that's how you would keep me. There's no other way."
She rose with a sudden gesture of her shoulders as if she shook off the obsession of him.
She stood leaning against the chimney-piece in the attitude he knew, an attitude of long-limbed, insolent, adolescent grace that gave her the advantage. Her eyes disdained their pathos. They looked at him with laughter under their dropped lids.
"How funny we are," she said, "when we know all the time we couldn't really do a caddish thing like that."
He smiled queerly.
"I suppose we couldn't."