"Why did you marry me, if you hate me so?"
She closed her eyes to hide their pain.
"I was—was fond of you—I thought it would be all right—I thought you were fond of me."
"I have always been fond of you."
She looked up quickly.
"You would never have married me if it hadn't been for the money."
He shrugged his shoulders.
"It's not in me to love any woman a great deal," he said evasively. "I've never been a woman's man, you know that. There was never anything in that Mrs. Heriot affair, though I know you don't believe me."
He stood back from her, his hands thrust into his pockets.
214 "Supposing we could get a divorce—separation—whatever you like to call it, how much better off are you going to be?" he asked after a moment "What's the good of washing dirty linen for the amusement of the public?"