“I don’t mean ever to go to those rooms again.”
“Indeed. Why not?” he asked, with cold irony.
“I loathe them.”
“You found them. You chose the furniture for them. Your perfect taste made them what they are.”
“I tell you I loathe them!” she repeated violently.
“We’ll change them, then. We can easily find some others that will do just as well.”
“Don’t you understand that I loathe them because I meet you in them?”
“I understood that a good while ago.”
“And yet you—”
“My dear!” he interrupted her. “Didn’t I tell you you had destroyed me? The man I was might have bothered about trifles of that kind, the man I am simply doesn’t recognize them. Jimmy hates me too, but I haven’t done with Jimmy yet, nevertheless.”