'If you think that, there is nothing more to be said,' she answered.
He gave her a look of such bitterness that she felt it impossible to continue a pretence which deceived neither of them.
'I'm unworthy of your love,' she cried. 'I've made you desperately wretched.'
'It doesn't matter about me,' he said. 'But there's no reason for you to be wretched, too.'
'I'm willing to do whatever you wish, Bobbie.'
'I can't marry you simply because you're sorry for me. I thought I could, but—it's asking too much of you. We had better say no more about it.'
'I'm very sorry,' she whispered.
'You see, you're still in love with Alec MacKenzie.'
He said it, vainly longing for a denial; but he knew in his heart that no denial would come.
'I always shall be, notwithstanding everything. I can't help myself.'