“And my life, Aubrey?”
“But your life is mine, Gloria! We are together!”
And Gloria, the soft, lovely Gloria smiled into his absorbed face....
“Of course,” she said. “Of course! An Englishman and his wife....”
But he was not listening.
“And did you know why, Aubrey?” she asked.
He shook his head. He had not seen her for eight months.
“I just thought you had gone mad, Gloria. Tell me, are you mad?”
“No, dear; I am very sane. And very tired.” And she said that in a voice which seemed to come from the depths of a very deep bowl, the softest voice that a man ever heard, and it broke the poise of his restraint. He had not seen her for eight months. He was very strong, and a lawless man. He carried her away into the depths of the room. She said nothing.