'Can we not live on as we are at present, true to each other yet separated?'
'No, we cannot. It is not in nature. I will tell you what, Glory! If you do not come away with me and marry me, I will marry someone else. There are more fish in the sea than come out of it.'
She rose to her feet and stood back, and looked at him with wide open eyes. 'George, this is a cruel jest. It should not be uttered.'
'It is no jest, but sober earnest,' he answered sullenly. 'Glory! I don't see why I should not marry as well as you.'
'Oh, George! George! do not speak to me in this way. I have been true to you, and you have promised to be true to me.'
'Conditionally,' he interjected.
'You could not do it. You could not take another woman to your heart. George! you talk of impossibilities.'
'Indeed! Do you think that another girl would not have me? If so, you are mistaken.'
'You could not do it,' she persisted. 'If you were to, it would not be the George I knew and loved and lost, but another. The George I knew and loved and lost was true to me as I to him; he could no more take another to his heart than can I.'
'But you have, Glory.'