He gave her a long, searching look; and when he spoke, his voice had a hollowness in it that was strangely terrifying.
'Do you think I want to live?'
The pain seemed almost greater than Lucy could bear, and for a moment she had to remain silent so that her voice might grow steady.
'You must live for my sake.'
'Don't you hate me?' he asked.
'No, I love you more than I ever did. I shall never cease to love you.'
'I suppose no one would marry you while I was in prison.'
His remark was so inconsequent that Lucy found nothing to say. He gave a bitter, short laugh.
'I ought to have shot myself. Then people would have forgotten all about it, and you might have had a chance. Why didn't you marry Bobbie?'
'I haven't wanted to marry.'