“No, perhaps not all. I wanted some one to cook for me. You know how I loathe eating at restaurants.”
“Then you did not learn to care for me afterwards?”
“Why as to that I never stopped to consider. Really it never occurred to me. I was quite happy and contented. And I had my work to think of. You know that takes all emotional expression out of me.”
“And now you love this Mignonne?”
“Hum! Ye—es, I love Petite Mignonne.”
“Oh, I cannot bear it! I have come to love you so much. Try, try, to geeve her up, darleen. It will keel me if you do not.”
Here she sank on her knees, holding on to the skirts of my coat.
“I—It’s too late to give her up now.”
“Then, you’re going?” She still clung to me.
I disengaged myself. “Yes, I’m going.”