“What would you say, Tizzia?” I asked.
“This,” she replied shortly.
“The door is open. I wait for you to come. I will be to you as I was before. We can forget the past. It is over. All that we did is done. I am sorry. That covers with me a multitude. We have both lost. We should try in these few years left us to regain what we have lost.”
“Is that all?” I asked.
“I think so. It is direct,” she answered me.
“I can’t do that, Tizzia—I can’t. I would feel that I had put all my entity into the balance and found it wanting.”
“That has been your failure. Madame, you’ve weighed and you have lost in the weighing too much already. You have lost your life.”
“Suppose he should refuse?” I asked.
“It can’t be helped. Then you must continue to suffer. It may be that he will. It depends on what his viewpoint may be. He may be too comfortable as he is. He may have put you out of his life. You may not occur to him at all.”
“Shall I try?” I asked doubtfully.