At that he laughed again, and tried to carry himself off with a brave gayety.
"Where have you been?" she asked.
"At [Akureyri], Husavik, Reykjavik, the desert—everywhere, nowhere," he answered.
"What have you been doing?"
"Drinking, gaming, going to the devil—everything, nothing."
And at that he laughed once more, loudly and noisily, forgetting his own warning.
"Jason," said Greeba, "I wronged you once, and you have done nothing since but heap coals of fire on my head."
"No, no; you never wronged me," he said. "I was a fool—that was all. I made myself think that I cared for you. But it's all over now."
"Jason," she said again, "it was not [altogether] my fault. My husband was everything to me; but another woman might have loved you and made you happy."
"Ay, ay," he said, "another woman, another woman."