“It’s a reason.”
“I don’t love Vanya. I do love you.”
“Please remember–––”
“No! No! I have nothing to remember––unless you give me something–––”
“You had better try to remember that Vanya loves you. You and I can’t do a thing like that to Vanya––”
“Are there no other reasons?”
He reddened to the temples: “No, there are not––now. There is no other reason––except myself.”
“Yourself?”
“Yes, damn it, myself! That’s all that remains now to keep me straight. And I’ve been so. That may be news to you. Perhaps you don’t believe it.”
“Is it so, Jim?” she asked in a voice scarcely audible.