“You mean that she is going to leave you?”
“It looks that way. In fact, she as much as said so.”
“Why?” said Nancy.
“Well, she explained it pretty thoroughly. Apparently, it isn't a sudden decision,” I replied, trying to choose my words, to speak composedly as I repeated the gist of our conversation. Nancy, with her face averted, listened in silence—a silence that continued some time after I had ceased to speak.
“She didn't—she didn't mention—?” the sentence remained unfinished.
“No,” I said quickly, “she didn't. She must know, of course, but I'm sure that didn't enter into it.”
Nancy's eyes as they returned to me were wet, and in them was an expression I had never seen before,—of pain, reproach, of questioning. It frightened me.
“Oh, Hugh, how little you know!” she cried.
“What do you mean?” I demanded.
“That is what has brought her to this decision—you and I.”