“But you might have—warned me.”
“Yes,” he said, “it's true, I might.”
She drew her hand away, and gazed steadfastly at his face.
“Why aren't you angry?” she said. “You don't believe in what I have done—you don't sympathize with it—you don't understand it.”
“I have come here to try,” he said.
She shook her head.
“You can't—you can't—you never could.”
“Perhaps,” he answered, “it may not be so difficult as you think.”
Grown calmer, she considered this. What did he mean by it? to imply a knowledge of herself?
“It will be useless,” she said inconsequently.