At this point Marion stole away, in spite of Lah's quick little cry of "Wait, Marion!" and the two were left alone again.
"I am very tired," she said.

"I would rather not talk to-night." The dismissal was evident.
He took her hand, held it an instant, and presently said: "I will not detain you, but I would ask you, Lali, to remember that you are my wife.
Nothing can alter that." "Still we are only strangers, as you know," she quietly rejoined.
"You forget the days we were together--after we were married," he cautiously urged.
"I am not the same girl,...

you killed her...

We have to start again....
I know all." "You know that in my wretched anger and madness I--" "Oh, please do not speak of it," she said; "it is so bad even in thought." "But will you never forgive me, and care for me?
We have to live our lives together." "Pray let us not speak of it now," she said, in a weary voice; then, breathlessly: "It is of much more consequence that you should love me--and the child." He drew himself up with a choking sigh, and spread out his arms to her.
"Oh, my wife!" he exclaimed.
"No, no," she cried, "this is unreasonable; we know so little of each other....

Good-night, again." He turned at the door, came back, and, stooping, kissed the child on the lips.