"Yes."
"You actually left such a note for him?"
"Yes, I did."
The silence lasted long enough for her to become uneasy. Again and again she lifted her tear-swollen face to look at him, where he stood before the fire, but he did not even glance at her; and at last she murmured his name, and he turned.
"I guess you've done for us both," he said. "You're probably right; nobody would believe the truth after this."
She began to cry again silently.
He said: "You never gave your husband a chance. He was in love with you and you never gave him a chance. And you're giving yourself none, now. And as for me"—he laughed unpleasantly—"well, I'll leave it to you, Elena."
"I—I thought—if I burned my bridges and came to you——"
"What did you think?"
"That you'd stand by me, Jim."