He was thinking of Robin and Rosamund. A child had conquered him once. Now once again a child—for Jimmy was no more than a child as yet, although he thought himself important and almost a young man—intruded into his life with a woman.
“I shall not have to choose. But I have told you that a child is not enough for the happiness of a woman like me. You know what I am, and you must know I am speaking the truth.”
“Did you love your husband?” he asked, staring into her eyes.
“Yes,” she replied, without even a second of hesitation. “I did till he suspected me.”
“And then——”
“Not after that,” she said grimly.
“I wonder he let you do all you did.”
“What do you mean?”
She let his hand go.
“I would never have let you go about with other men, however innocently. I thought about that at your trial.”