"You know that I could not do anything that might hurt our life,—that is the most important!"
Her husband nodded.
"The trouble is that I want both!" she analyzed gravely; "both in different ways."
A slight smile crept under her husband's mustache, but he made no comment.
"I shall always be honest with you, Percy, and if at any time it becomes—"
"You needn't explain," Percy interrupted hurriedly. "I don't ask! I don't want to know what is peculiarly your own affair, as this…. As I said, you must live your life as you choose, not hampered by me. We have always believed that was the best way, and meant it, too, haven't we?"
"But you have never wanted your own life," Conny remarked reflectively.
"No, not that way!" The look on Percy's face made Conny frown. She was afraid that he was keeping something back.
"I suppose it is different with a man."
"No, not always," and the smile reappeared under the mustache, a painful smile. "But you see in my case I never wanted—more."