"You must be careful what you say to me!" "I haven't been careful before!" she asserted.
He bit his lips.

She went swiftly on.
"I have told you everything! I don't care what happens to me--you know I don't, Jack! I am deadly desperately tired!" She paused, then she cried vehemently.

"One endures a situation as long as one can, but there comes a time when it is impossible to go on with the falsehood any longer, and I have reached that time! It is my life, my happiness that are at stake!" "Sometimes it is better to do without happiness," he philosophized.
"That is silly, Jack, no one believes that sort of thing any more; but it is good to teach to women and children, it saves a lot of bother, I suppose.

But men take their happiness regardless of the rights of others!" "Not always," he said.
"Yes, always!" she insisted.
"But you knew what Marsh was before you married him." "It's a woman's vanity to believe she can reform, can control a man." She glanced at him furtively.

What had happened to change him?
Always until now he had responded to the recklessness of her mood, he had seemed to understand her without the need of words.