"He stayed to tea."
"And was here all the afternoon?"
"You know he comes every afternoon."
"And nearly every morning?"
"Yes."
"What is to be the end of this, Lydia?"
She was preparing his tea, which he was accustomed to take after the departure of Guendolen. "How do you wish to have it end?" she asked presently.
"I would have you promise me never to see him again, and to go abroad with me for two years. Let us change the scene entirely. You owe it to me, Lydia, and to our child." This was no new discussion, but he was making one last determined effort to counteract the influences working against him.
"But you know I love him."
"So you have informed me. You have informed me also that it has stopped there."