"Well, then, may I ask my question?"
"Ask it, child."
"Then—are you happy?"
He did not answer.
"—Because I desire it, Philip. I want you to be. You will be, won't you? I did not dream that I was ruining your army career when I—went mad—"
"How did it happen, Alixe?" he asked, with a cold curiosity that chilled her. "How did it come about?—wretched as we seemed to be together—unhappy, incapable of understanding each other—"
"Phil! There were days—"
He raised his eyes.
"You speak only of the unhappy ones," she said; "but there were moments—"
"Yes; I know it. And so I ask you, why?"