“You are thinking of our marriage?”
“Yes.”
“Well?”
Her voice was very soft and curiously tranquil. She did not attempt to caress him, or even to touch him with her hands. She knew that it would hurt, and that there were moments when this man had the soul of a fanatic.
“What have I been doing all these months?”
He appeared to ask himself the question, and she answered it.
“Making me very happy. And now, suddenly, the game is over. We were like children. And now, you wish to tell the truth.”
He raised his eyes and looked at her with a kind of astonished awe.
“How did you know?”
She touched his sleeve with the tip of one forefinger.