"Oh, of course, naturally. And may one ask why?"
"Because I began to think that life with Mr. Ingham would not be possible to me."
"But on what grounds?"
"He was grossly and insanely jealous," said Christina, flushing. "Some women enjoy that sort of thing; I don't."
"Jealous of anyone in particular, Miss Hope?"
"Only," said Christina, "of everyone in particular."
"There was never, of course, any grounds for this jealousy?"
Christina looked through him without replying.
"Well, well. And was there nothing but this?"
"He objected to my profession; and when I was first in love with him I thought that I could give it up for his sake. But as I came to know more of—everything—and to understand more of myself, I knew that I could not. And I would not."