"You couldn't do it!" he repeated; "it isn't in you to take your happiness at their expense, is it? You say you know how they would feel; I don't. But if you're asking for an annulment—"
"What? Do you mean divorce?"
"No.... That is—different—"
"But what—"
"You dear," he said, suddenly gentle, "you have never been a—wife; and you don't know it."
"Garry, are you mad?"
"Shiela, dear, some day will you very quietly ask some woman the difference between divorce and annulment?"
"Y-yes, if you wish.... Is it something you mayn't tell me, Garry?"
"Yes.... I don't know! You sometimes make me feel as though I could tell you anything.... Of course I couldn't ... you darling!" He stepped nearer. "You are so good and sweet, so utterly beyond evil, or the vaguest thought of it—"
"Garry—I am not! And you know it!"