Frank said nothing.
"I told you today that I tried to commit suicide. Remember?"
"I remember."
"That was the truth. I did it because I was tired of everything. Because I've made a terrible mess of things. I didn't want to go on living."
He remained silent, holding her.
As she spoke again, her voice sharpened. "Can't you understand what I'm telling you? I'm no good! I'm just a bum! Other men have had me! Why shouldn't you? Why should you be cheated out of what other men have had?"
He remained silent. After a few moments, Nora said, "For God's sake, talk! Say something!"
"How do you feel about it now? Will you try again to kill yourself the next chance you get?"
"No—no, I don't think I'll ever try it again."
"Then things must look better."