I wanted Carnac, and he wouldn't come--a few weeks only he came.

I had Fabian, and he wouldn't stay.

If I'd had a real chance--" He broke off, with an outward savage protest of his hands, his voice falling.
"If you'd had your chance, you'd have made your own home happy," she said sadly.

"That was your first duty, not your business--your home--your home! You didn't care about it.

There were times when for months you forgot me; and then--then--" Suddenly a dreadful suspicion seized his brain.