“Let me say, Stephen, that I am unhappy, and therefore come to you. You, as a friend, have some responsibilities toward me; you can’t get out of them. All that I am is going to pieces at this time; and I do not know whether life or death will come of the change which is taking place.”
I had never yet yearned for Witold as at that moment, though I knew perfectly well that no one had done me the wrong which he had done.
“What about Helen?” I asked, with friendly interest.
“There again! I have been disappointed in her.”
“What, she! Unfaithful to you? Can that be?”
“Ah, no! I, rather than she, have been at fault in that respect.”
“Well then?”
“Well, what shall I say? I have broken with her.”
Forsaken! She too had then come to swell the list, after Martha, Gina, and myself!
“That’s horrible. She was so very much in love with you.”