“Should I not? I’m by no means sure. You don’t understand much of me, my poor Ban.”
“How could you!” he burst out. “Would that have been—”
“Oh, I should have told him, of course. I’d have said, ‘Del, there’s been another man, a lover.’ One could say those things to him.”
“Would he have married you?”
“You wouldn’t, would you?” she smiled. “All or nothing, Ban, for you. About Del, I don’t know.” She shrugged dainty shoulders. “I shouldn’t have much cared.”
“And would you have come back to me, Io?”
“Do you want me to say ‘Yes’? You do want me to say’ Yes,’ don’t you, my dear? How can I tell?... Sooner or later, I suppose. Fate. The irresistible current. I am here now.”
“Io.” He leaned to her across the little table, his somber regard holding hers. “Why did you tell Camilla Van Arsdale that you would never divorce Eyre?”
“Because it’s true.”
“But why tell her? So that it should come back to me?”