"No," she said, shaking her head. And again she dared to continue toward the door.
"I shall not stand in your way," he said curtly, fearing only that she would leave. "I will give you a divorce. I don't deny a woman's liberty."
She turned, saying:
"Do you allow a woman liberty to know her own mind?"
"What do you mean?"
She came back until he almost could have touched her, standing looking into his eyes with a wistful, searching glance, clasping and unclasping her tense fingers.
"Jack," she said, "you never really cared."
"So it is all my fault!" he cried, snapping his arms together, sure now that she would stay.
"Yes, it is."
"What!" he cried in a rage—already it was a different rage—"didn't I give you anything you wanted, everything I had, all my time, all—"