"Didn't I?" she sighed with vague emotion.
"No."
"Then why did I marry you, Marsh?"
"Heaven knows—I don't!"
"Then why did you marry me?" She gave him a fleeting smile.
"Because I loved you—because you had crept into my heart with your pretty ways, your charm, and the fascination of you. I hadn't any thought but you; you seemed all of my life, and I was going to do such great things for you. By God, I was going to amount to something for your sake! I was going to make you a proud and happy woman, but you wouldn't have it! You never got past the trivial things; the annoyances, the need of money, the little self-denials, the little inconveniences; you stopped there and dragged me back when I wanted to go on; you wouldn't have it, you couldn't or wouldn't understand my hopes—my ambitions!"
"Marsh, I was only a girl!" she said.
He put out his hand toward the bottle.
"Don't, Marsh!" she entreated.
He turned away and fell to pacing the floor again.