“Yes,” said George, “but he didn’t know.”
“How can you tell whether he knew or not?”
“You knew?” he inquired, wonderingly.
Therese hesitated. “Yes, I knew,” she said at last, defiantly. “I have known for years.”
“And I’m not the only man.”
She laughed. “I guess not!”
There followed a long pause. At last he resumed, “I don’t want to blame you; there’s nothing to be gained by that; it’s done, and can’t be undone. But sometimes I wonder about it. I should like to understand—why did you do it?”
“Why? That’s easy enough. I did it because I have to live.”
“You live that way?” he exclaimed.
“Why of course. What did you think?”