"What! you will give me aid under your roof?"
"Under the roof of Heaven. Drink."
She raised the glass to her lips, and swallowed a small quantity.
"All. Drink it all. You have need of it."
She did as she was told.
He began walking up and down the room softly.
"You sent me the boy when you believed you were dying, and when the crisis turned in favour of life you inserted the announcement of your death in order that I might believe myself free of you for ever?"
"Yes. I intended you should never see me or hear of me again."
"That I might be free to marry again if I chose?"
"That was my idea."