“It is gone, gone forever,” he muttered. “Can’t you see it is torturing me, too?”
His shattered look lurked so near to madness that once more Claire forgot herself. She started up with a cry and threw her arms about him.
“Oh, Alexis, don’t give up like that. Go back. Try once more. If you find yourself again in your old surroundings, it may all return to you. I’m sure you will be able to come to some arrangement with your mother, which will leave you more independent, and as for me I promise to do anything you ask. If it will make you happier, and make you feel less tied, I’ll go away somewhere, and you need never see me again!”
A cry of pity broke from his lips. He placed her back in her chair. “Poor little Claire, it hurts to hear you talk like that. Did you think it was you who had driven me from home? Why, I shall remember your affection and sweetness always.”
A flash of joy irradiated her face as he spoke. He continued with an effort.
“But even you, whom I have always loved as a little sister,” he emphasized the last word, “even you couldn’t bring me home. Do you understand, Claire?”
She nodded slowly. Her pallor, if possible, increased.
“Do you wish a separation?” she asked quietly.
His heart contracted at her lifeless tone. He evaded her eyes.
“Yes, Claire. I think it would be best. I must be free. And you’ll admit our marriage was rather a farce, wasn’t it?” He tried to speak lightly, but the effort was palpable even to Claire.