"No wonder you hated me."
"That was because I did not know you," she said quickly. "I don't hate you now, do I?"
He looked away from her.
"So it's all my fault," he said harshly.
She echoed his words:
"All your fault? What do you mean?"
"That you and Chris are not happy . . ."
Her face quivered sensitively, then she said very gently:
"You mustn't think that—please! All you did was to let me know a little sooner than I should have done if I hadn't overheard what you said. And I'm glad, really glad, about it now! It would have hurt much more if I'd not found out for some time afterwards. You see"—she paused a moment to steady her voice—"you see, Chris never really loved me, and that's all about it."
"No wonder you hate me," he said again heavily.