“Not much, I should fancy?”
“Enough to give me Indian inclinings—and, I fear, also a dislike to those of my own complexion.”
“Indeed?”
“Perhaps less from instinct than experience. Ah! stranger! I have reason. Is it not enough that all have proved false—father, lover, husband?”
“Husband! You are married, then?”
“No.”
“You have been?”
“No.”
“Why did you say husband!”
“A husband only in name. I have been married, but never a wife; wedded, but never—”