"They don't interest me." He looked up at her. "What you've said has—simply—and completely—spoiled—my life," he said slowly.
"What I said?"
"Yes."
"What have—what could—what I—how—where—who is——" and she checked herself, eyes on his.
"Yes," he repeated with a curious sort of satisfaction, "you have spoiled my entire life for me."
"What an utterly—what a wildly absurd and impossible——"
"And you know it!" he insisted, with gloomy triumph.
"Know what?"
"That you've spoiled——"
"Stop! Will you explain to me how——"