"I know." He was not concerned now with verbal differentiations. Truly, he had promised, wordlessly though it had been. "But I can't."
"You don't care?" she said piteously.
"I care very much. If I cared less—"
"There's some other woman."
"Yes."
Flame leaped in her eyes. "I hope she poisons your life."
"I hope I haven't poisoned yours," he returned, lamely enough.
"Oh, I'll manage to live on," she gibed. "I guess there are other men in the world besides you."
"Don't make it too hard, Milly."
"You're pitying me! Don't you dare pity me!" A sob rose, and burst from her. Then abruptly she seized command over herself. "What does it all matter?" she said. "Go away now and let me change my clothes."