“Were?” he answered.
“Yes—were. I am no longer the woman you—other people—cared for.”
“If there is any change—” he began.
“I know. You are going to say it is not in the woman, the real woman. But I say it is. The change is in what, to men, is the real woman. This change has destroyed any feeling my husband may have had for me.”
“It could never destroy mine,” Sir Donald said quietly.
“Yes, it could—yours especially, because you are a worshipper of beauty, and Fritz never worshipped anything except himself. I am going to let you say good-bye to me without seeing me. Remember me as I was.”
“But—what do you mean? You speak as if you would no longer go into the world.”
“I go into the world! You haven’t seen me, Sir Donald.”
She saw an expression of nervous apprehension come into his face as he glanced at her veil.
“What are you going to do, then?” he said.