"Yes, I know you. You're the woman who was jealous of someone."
"Someone! Is that how you speak of your sweetheart!"
"Wait a bit. It's coming back. Isabel, wasn't it? Isabel Irish.
Well, what do you want?"
She came a little nearer.
"To be with you. I haven't seen you for a long time, now."
"You deserted me, didn't you? I m-missed you at first. Th' one bright spot your coming."
"Was it?" she whispered.
He staggered to his feet and walked rockily into the inner room.
"No! What'm I saying. Man with a sweetheart doesn't want you."
"Tony!"