"And so you turned her out.... But you didn't want to leave Laurence?"
Mary was silent for some moments.
"Perhaps I did, perhaps not.... I didn't leave him, in one way, and in another I did. It couldn't be the same."
"Oh, no ... but still in the course of time you might have forgiven him."
"It wasn't that.... I don't believe there's such a thing as forgiveness. We forget, that's all."
"And you didn't forget.... I wonder if you loved Laurence."
"I don't know. He always said I didn't.... But he's had his life anyway."
"No doubt. And you've had yours."
Mary shrugged her shoulders. "Oh, yes."
He waited, watching her curiously, and after a moment she broke out: