"All right. I have no reason to be bitter, anyway," he said; "and every reason to be otherwise."
"That is not true. You tell me that I have ruined your career in the army. I did not know I was doing it. Can you believe me?"
And, as he made no response: "I did not dream you would have to resign. Do you believe me?"
"There is no choice," he said coldly. "Drop the subject!"
"That is brutal. I never thought—" She forced a smile and drew her glass toward her. The straw-tinted wine slopped over and frothed on the white skin of her arm.
"Well," she breathed, "this ghastly dinner is nearly ended."
He nodded pleasantly.
"And—Phil?"—a bit tremulous.
"What?"
"Was it all my fault? I mean in the beginning? I've wanted to ask you that—to know your view of it. Was it?"