"If you will think over what I have told you, Fenwick, you will see that you cannot help doing so."
"How can that be?"
"Surely! My husband sought to divorce me, and was himself absolutely blameless. How can you do otherwise than blame me?"
"Partly—only partly—because I see you are keeping back something—something
that would exonerate you. I cannot believe you were to blame."
"Listen, Fenwick! As I said, I cannot tell you the whole; and the Major, who is the only man alive who knows all the story, will, I know, refuse to tell you anything, even if you ask him, and that I wish you not to do."
"I should not dream of asking him."
"Well, he would refuse. I know it. But I want you to know all I can tell you. I do not want any groundless excuses made for me. I will not accept any absolution from any one on a false pretence. You see what I mean."
"I see perfectly. I am not sure, though, that you see my meaning. But never mind that. Is there anything further you would really like me to know?"
She waited a little, and then answered, keeping her eyes always fixed on Fenwick: "Yes, there is."